It was a normal day at Verano Studio. Maya sat in her office, focused on her work. Her sketchpad was open on the table, filled with rough ideas and half-finished designs. The room was quiet except for the faint sound of other designers moving about in the hallway.

Her thoughts were scattered. Every time she picked up her pencil, her mind wandered to the child client—Anika.

There was something about her. Something Maya couldn’t explain.

She started sketching a new idea when someone knocked on her door.

“Excuse me, Miss Maya,” a staff member said, peeking in. “There’s a phone call for you. It sounds important.”

Maya stood up at...