Chapter 85
Stephanie's point of view
I pushed the door open slowly and stepped inside with cautious steps. The room was breathtakingly spacious, its neutral-colored walls adorned with luxurious frames housing international fashion designs and rare fabrics that reflected the rich heritage of the place. Behind a broad, massive desk made of dark, polished mahogany sat a woman in her late forties. She wore elegant, black-rimmed reading glasses and a classic, impeccably tailored business suit. Her facial features were stern, highly precise, and completely devoid of leniency, her short hair styled with meticulous care that didn't allow a single strand to rebel.
