As the clock inches closer to 11:30 AM, Derek finishes his final preparations. His recorder is charged, his notebook is packed, and he's printed out some key details about Dandara's past collections—just in case he needs a quick reference.
He takes a deep breath, running a hand through his hair as he checks his reflection in the glass window of the office. He looks professional but relaxed—exactly the image he wants to project.
Lisa watches him from her desk, smirking. "Nervous yet?"
Derek scoffs. "I'm fine."
Mark leans over. "You sure? You just checked your watch three times in the last minute."
Derek sighs. "Okay, maybe a little."
Julia walks by and pats his shoulder. "You'll be great. Just don't overthink it. Keep it natural."
Derek nods. "That's the plan."
Lisa grins. "Well, in case she does change her mind, at least you dressed nice enough to talk her into it."