The next morning, Emma was already preparing for a meeting. Upstairs, the main conference room had been carefully arranged—the presentation screen lit up, fabric samples neatly laid out along the long table, and the logo of a renowned international brand displayed prominently on the screen. This collaboration was no small matter. If successful, Emma’s name would finally stand alongside designers she had once admired only from afar.She stepped out of the elevator, adjusting the tablet in her hand. She wore a simple cream blazer, her hair pinned neatly back—nothing excessive, but enough to reflect both her position and her confidence. She took a steady breath. She was ready.But just a few steps from the meeting room, a woman’s voice stopped her.“So you’re Emma Taylor?”The tone was cold, arrogant, as though the question did not truly require an answer.Emma stopped. Turned.A woman stood a short distance away, dressed in an expensive dark suit. Her posture was rigid, chin slightly li
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