Aubrey’s pov ;
The next day at the office, I sat at my desk, my fingers tapping nervously on the surface as I stared at the designs. I needed to figure out how I was going to explain the changes to the client.
The designs they originally picked were stolen. They needed something bold—something that would blow their minds.
Sophia, sensing my tension, walked over and perched herself on the edge of my desk. "Stop worrying so much," she said with a comforting smile. "They’ll understand. You know what they need, and these new designs are out of this world. Just trust yourself."
I let out a deep breath, leaning back in my chair. "I hope so. I’m just nervous. We’ve worked too hard on this for it to fall apart now." I bit my lip, running a hand through my hair as I stared at the sketches. "I just want to make sure they don’t feel like we’re backtracking."