It's been three weeks already. I've been trying to reach Val, but her phone is always busy. I even went to visit her the other day, but she wasn't home. That left me really worried. I hope she's recovering well and staying safe.

I leaned back in my office chair after finishing my work for the day. Our fashion show is just around the corner, and we've been working tirelessly at the company lately.

I took off my medicated glasses, rubbed my tired eyes, and put them back on.

For once, I was the first one to arrive at work. That was unusual-it was always Val who beat me to...