Chapter 125. When the Past Strike

Isabel’s POV

The soft hum of conversation fills the office as we sit around the long conference table, our attention fixed on the large screen displaying the latest batch of photos from AD Media. The room is warm with a sense of accomplishment as we scroll through the shots—each frame capturing the elegance, the power, the essence of what we envisioned for the brand.

“This one,” one of the designers murmurs, tapping a perfectly lit shot. “The composition is flawless.”

“No, this,” another interjects, zooming in on an image where the fabric falls just right, highlighting the sharp cut of the blazer.

I nod, taking it all in, my fingers brushing over the glossy proofs on the table. This is what I live for—every detail, every selection. The best of the best must be chosen.

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