Chapter 86

The morning sunlight poured through the wide glass windows of Wu Creatives’ New York branch, warming the minimalist office I’d been assigned. I still wasn’t used to this much space, this much quiet, this much freedom.

But I welcomed it.

My tablet was propped up on the desk, my stylus gliding across the screen as I worked on a new campaign design. Something bold. Something fierce.

Something that, unknowingly, reflected exactly where my life was now.

A sharp knock snapped me out of my flow.

April, my secretary, peeked in. “Ms. Prescott, you have a new walk-in client requesting to speak to you personally.”

I raised a brow. “Walk-in? Did they schedule?”

“No, ma’am. But she insisted that it has to be you.”

I sighed, setting down my stylus. “Alright. Make her an appointment. After lunch. I’ll meet her at Le Gracia Studio.”

“Yes, Ms. Prescott.”

When she left, I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. A new client. No name. No details.

That was unusual.

But work was work. And I had promi