Chapter 3: We are getting a divorce.
Zara stepped into the office, a place she hadn’t visited much over the past five years.
The receptionist immediately stood and greeted her warmly with a bright smile. "Good morning, ma’am."
Zara offered a slight smile and nodded. "Good morning. How have you been, Abbie?"
"Doing well, thank you."
Zara headed straight to her office. She pushed open the heavy glass door and stepped inside.
The woman seated behind the desk looked up at the sound of the door opening. The moment she saw Zara, her face lit up with a big smile.
"Boss, you are here!" she exclaimed, jumping up and rushing over to her. "Oh my God, it’s so good to see you." She pulled Zara into a hug.
Zara hugged her back, her lips stretching widely. "How have you been, Bree?"
Bree stepped back, a worried look crossing her face. "I can’t say I’m doing well. The big fashion event is just a month away, and we are nowhere near ready." She gestured to the design sketches spread across the table. "I’ve been reviewing all the designers’ submissions, but nothing stands out. They are all so... dull, ordinary. No ’wow’ factor at all. I’m at a loss."
She sighed deeply and rolled her eyes in frustration. "I’m really stressed."
"Don’t worry. I’ll help," Zara said reassuringly.