Lauren POVNew Zealand mornings were quieter than I was used to.Not empty—just calm. The kind of calm that didn’t demand anything from you the moment you opened your eyes. I liked that about this place. It let me breathe before the world remembered I existed.By nine a.m., I was already dressed and seated at the small dining table, my laptop open, a cup of ginger tea cooling beside it. Kate appeared on my screen right on time, her familiar sharp bob and sharper expression somehow comforting despite the distance.“You look… rested,” she said slowly, eyes narrowing as if suspicious of the fact.“I slept eight hours,” I replied. “Voluntarily.”Kate gasped. “Who are you and what have you done with Lauren Pope?”I laughed, the sound surprising even me. “How’s the brand?”She straightened, all business now, and launched into updates—new suppliers, a delayed shipment, a collaboration opportunity she’d put on hold until I was ready. I listened, chimed in when needed, grateful all over again
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