The morning of the next day, Anya went back to work in her studio. When she arrived, her two assistants were already there and opened the studio.

“Good morning,” She greeted cheerfully at them.

“Good morning miss.” They greeted but Anya noticed their nervous and problematic façade.

“What’s wrong?” Anya can’t help but ask.

The two assistants looked at each other.

“Miss, there’s something you need to know.”

Anya flipped through the documents in the table and can’t help but press on her temples.

All the clients they had suddenly cancelled their contract with them. She was a lost for a while. She didn’t know what happened for them to...