Designer's Office
Beauty took the last sip of her coffee and finally wrapped up her work.
The office was almost eerily silent, save for the faint tapping of keyboards and the tense, uneasy breaths of everyone present.
Pressing her lips together, Beauty glanced at her wristwatch—five minutes until the meeting.
She rose from her chair and headed to the restroom to freshen up, smoothing her outfit and adjusting her hair.
Steeling herself with a quiet breath, she was just about to leave when a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.
She looked up and locked eyes with Nathalie.
*Of all people...*
It hadn't occurred to her that she'd run into Nathalie here, but then again, she *was* a designer—probably here for the same selection meeting.
Beauty was about to walk past her without a word when Nathalie let out a derisive snort.
"Talk about bad luck.
Can't even escape you here."
Beauty tucked a loose strand of dark hair behind her ear and smiled faintly.
