LOGINAvah had designed beautiful rooms before.She had designed elegant penthouses, luxurious hotel suites, and living spaces that appeared in glossy magazines. She knew how to make a room impressive.But Meridian House was teaching her something different.A room could be beautiful and still fail the people who needed it.That was why she stood inside the unfinished private family room with a notebook in her hand, waiting for the first resident consultation.Clove adjusted the sample board against the wall.“Do you think they'll like the space?”“I don't know.”“That's reassuring.”Avah smiled.“We're not here to convince them to like what we've already designed. We're here to understand what they need.”Bex entered carrying a box of fabric samples.“I brought options that are easy to clean and still feel comfortable.”“Perfect,” Avah said. “Let's see what they think.”A moment later, Ms. Harlan arrived with three residents and a community support coordinator.Avah greeted them warmly.“T
Avah stared at the attachment.The email contained no sender's name, no explanation, and no signature.Only one sentence:You deserve to know who requested the room—and why they wanted it removed.Clove pulled a chair beside her.“Have you opened it?”“Not yet.”“Why?”“Because I don't know where it came from.”Clove studied the sender's address.“Could be legitimate.”“Could also be someone trying to create trouble.”Avah moved the cursor away from the attachment.She had worked too hard to win Meridian House to allow someone to drag her into a private dispute. If the document was genuine, the panel needed to verify it. If it wasn't, she wasn't going to let it influence her decisions.She forwarded the email to Ms. Harlan with a request for authentication.Then she closed her laptop.“That's it?” Clove asked.“For now.”“You're not curious?”“Of course I am. But curiosity isn't a reason to ignore procedure.”Clove smiled.“Look at you. Becoming responsible.”“Don't sound so surprised
Avah refused to let an anonymous message steal her victory.But she couldn't pretend she hadn't received it.She sat at her desk, reading the words again.You should be careful celebrating. Winning Meridian House means you'll be working much closer to Calder than you think.Clove stood beside her, arms folded.“Whoever sent that message knows about the project.”“That's not difficult. The announcement was made in front of everyone.”“But why warn you?”Avah locked her phone.“Maybe they think I'll be frightened.”“And are you?”Avah looked at the Meridian House award letter resting beside her laptop.“No. But I'm not going to ignore it either.”She had already forwarded the screenshot to Ms. Harlan. She also saved the original message and recorded the number.Clove pulled out a chair.“Do you think Calder knows anything about this?”“I don't know.”“You could ask him.”Avah gave her a flat look.“Why would I?”“Because he's involved in the project.”“Professionally. And that's exactly
Avah had learned that waiting could be more exhausting than working.At least when she was working, she could make decisions. She could move furniture, revise drawings, reject materials, and turn an empty room into something meaningful.But waiting for the Meridian House panel to make its final recommendation?That was a different kind of torture.“You've checked your email four times,” Clove observed.“Three.”“Four. I counted.”Avah glanced at her laptop.“I was checking for the Ellery supplier confirmation.”“Of course. And I'm the queen of Aurelia.”Bex laughed from the other side of the studio.Avah closed the laptop.“Fine. I'm waiting for the decision.”“Better,” Clove said. “At least now we can discuss your anxiety honestly.”“I'm not anxious.”“You've rearranged those samples twice.”Avah looked down at the neatly arranged material boards.“They weren't aligned.”“They were perfectly aligned.”Avah sighed.Clove softened.“You've done everything you can. Your presentation was
The email arrived while Avah was deciding whether to throw away a perfectly good cup of coffee.She had reheated it twice. It had gone cold again.“Your coffee has suffered enough,” Clove said, passing behind her desk.Avah ignored her and opened the message.Subject: Morne Studio — Ellery Guest Wing ProjectHer eyes moved quickly across the screen.Mrs. Ellery had approved the preliminary proposal. She wanted Morne Studio to handle the complete interior design of her guest wing, including the private sitting room, bedrooms, and reception area.It was a substantial project.A real project.One that had nothing to do with Calder Ives or Meridian House.Avah read the final paragraph again.We were impressed by your attention to detail and the way you considered how people would actually use each space. We'd be delighted to move forward with your studio.A smile slowly appeared on her face.“Clove.”Her friend looked up.“What?”Avah turned the laptop toward her.Clove read the email. He
Avah read the email again.The private room is unlikely to remain in the final design, so there is no reason to spend additional funds protecting that space.The words were ordinary. Almost disappointingly ordinary.No threats. No secret instructions. No dramatic confession.Just a decision made by someone who had already decided what mattered.And that, somehow, made it worse.“Are you going to stare at it until the words change?” Clove asked.Avah lowered the laptop screen slightly.“I’m trying to understand how someone can remove a room designed for people who need privacy without asking whether those people need it.”Clove leaned against the edge of the desk. “Because he thought the room would be cut anyway.”“That's an assumption, not an answer.”“Exactly.”Avah reopened the email and checked the attached revision history. The message was part of a longer exchange between Penn Ashford and the engineering team. It showed that Penn had approved the cheaper duct route after assuming







