LOGINBehind the female employee there is a white shelving units filled with storage boxes, books, binders, decorative objects and small potted plants. On the right, a large whiteboard is covered with handwritten notes, diagrams, sketches and colourful sticky notes, suggesting project planning, design ideas or production schedules. Brown papers shopping bags are stacked nearby, possibly intended for packing finished products or storing materials. To the left stands a red tailor’s dress on a m
“What are you thinking for the stormy aesthetic?” Harper asked curiously, holding up the deep winter swatches which include the colours: midnight, olive, expresso, silver, grey, charcoal, mocha, wine, brick red, ruby, Boysen berry, fuschia, magenta, mustard, honey, Ocea, dark green, forest, jungle, royal purple, mulberry, purple, royal blue, Aegean, and ceru lean. Knox snatched the swatches from her hand, spreading them across the desk like he was dealing a winning hand in a high-stakes game. His parrot green eyes darted over then, his lips moving silently as he processed each colour. “Stormy aesthetic,” he repeated, tasting the words. "Aye, it's got tae feel heavy. Atmospheric. No' just dark, but properly moody." He pointed a manicured finger at the charcoal and midnight. "There's oor foundations. The sky, the shadows. But then..." he paused, picking up the ruby and the wine swatches, holding them up against the charcoal."The contrast. I want these d
Behind the female employee there is a white shelving units filled with storage boxes, books, binders, decorative objects and small potted plants. On the right, a large whiteboard is covered with handwritten notes, diagrams, sketches and colourful sticky notes, suggesting project planning, design ideas or production schedules. Brown papers shopping bags are stacked nearby, possibly intended for packing finished products or storing materials. To the left stands a red tailor’s dress on a mannequin torso, mounted on a stand. It is decorated with white circular markings. Harper walked to the back of the room to Knox’s workspace. Numerous design materials and sewing supplies are spread neatly across the large white worktable. Several spools of thread in various colours– including red, carol, black, grey and white– stand upright near the front edge of the desk.Beside them are colour swatches and fabric sample cards displaying rows of different thread colour.
Tera did not move. She just kept leaning against the desk, her eyes fixed on him with a look that was neither angry nor sad– just expectant. “There,” he began but she interrupted him. “Change,” she stood straight. “Fuck that shit. I do not care if you change. Fuck half the city for all I care. Just do not neglect me.” Marius blinked completely thrown. He had prepared himself for a breakdown, a screaming match, maybe even a slap. He had not prepared for this– this raw, almost desperate demand for attention over morality. “You are serious?” he asked his voice flat with disbelief. “You are actually saying that?” he stepped back, shaking his head slowly. He looked at her– really looked at her– and saw the way she was holding herself. It was not weakness; it was a challenge. She was drawing a line in the sand and telling him exactly where it was.“Neglect you,” Marius repeated, the word
Around 3 PM Harper went down to the design floor to meet Knox. Tera came into Marius’s office. Marius was reviewing the casting notes when the door to his office opened. He did not look up immediately, assuming it was Harper returning with more detail from Knox. “I need you to sign something for me,” Tera said, leaning against the doorframe. She held a single sheet of paper between two manicured fingers. “Tera. What is this?” Marius asked, glanced up, his expression neutral. “Just some paperwork from the marketing side,” she said, stepping into the room with that familiar, breezy confidence. She placed the paper on his desk and lingered, her gaze sweeping over the office before settling on him. “You look busy. I did not want to interrupt, but it is quick.” She rested her hand on the edge of his desk, her fingers tapping a slow rhythm against the wood.Marius picked up the paper, scanning it with practiced indifference. &ld
“I will run it past Knox, when I go over later on in the day,” Harper said already turning back to the door. “I will type over the notes form the meeting with Hank and email it to you.” “Good plan,” Marius said, watching her turn. “And Harper? If Knox starts getting weird about the ‘student’ think, just remind him that ‘authenticity’ is what he was preaching about this morning. That usually shuts him up.” He leaned back, watching her exit. The office felt larger again, the silence settling back in around him. He picked up the Ceasar salad container she had left earlier, noticing it was barely touched. He opened the container and took a bite of the salad, it was decent, but he found himself distracted, staring at the door she had just walked thought. His phone buzzed on the desk. An email from Harper with the subject line: notes from meeting with Hank.Marius opened it immediately. Harper’s notes wer
“Exactly. So, you see the problem,” Marius said, pointing a finger at him. “You are not asking for a favour, you are asking me to be your human shield.” Oliver did not deny it. He just sat there with that smirk, perfectly comfortable in his skin, looking every bit the CEO who knew exactly how to navigate the politics of his own office. “Fine,” Marius sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I will do it. But on one condition: when Knox starts crying about his ‘vision’ and asks for a private jet to go look at waves in Scotland, you are the one who has to tell him no.” Oliver chuckled, standing up and smoothing his jacket. “Deal. I will make sure my door is closed during that meeting.” He headed toward the door, pausing with his hand on the handle. “And Marius? Thanks for stepping up. I owe you one.” He hesitated to leave, his gaze lingering on Harper’s desk. “And where is you secretary cu
Oliver’s expression softened further, a rare warmth entering his icy blue eyes. He watched the way her hand instinctively went to her cheek, the nervous gesture only making her more endearing. “Clubbing,” he repeated with a dismissive wave of his hand. “That is what people in their twenties do. The
A small, almost imperceptible smile touched the corner of Oliver’s mouth as she suggested a cafe mocha for tomorrow. The idea of another deviation from his usual black coffee routine seemed to amuse him in a way he rarely allowed himself. “Cafe mocha, huh?” he repeated, his voice losing some of its
Over time Oliver notices Harper’s presence more and more. He notices how she handles her tasks with efficiency and grace. He notices her attention to detail and how skilled she was at organizing. As time went on, his interest in her became less professional, he began to wonder about her dreams and
Harper Miller had always been a little too nerdy, despite her attractive appearance. She had always preferred order to chaos. Books over parties. And work over vacations. Her parents were constantly pushing her to go out and socialize more; her peers were always inviting her out to movie nights and







