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9. DESIGN DOOR

Author: AUTHOR_NEON
last update publish date: 2025-12-22 18:16:46
SPENCER HAYES'S POV

I walk into the Design Door studio, wrapped in the lively buzz of creativity and innovation. Being the focal point of the company really brings out the best in me.

The studio’s sleek, modern design showcases our passion for redefining fashion. The room is dotted with busy workstations, each alive with designers and assistants passionately working to transform our ideas into reality.

I glide over to my workstation, a spacious area filled with sketches, fabrics, and partially c
AUTHOR_NEON

For context, the reason Spencer isn't self-absorbed right now is that he has someone else to do it for him. Dmitri loves him like breathing, every single thing about him

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