Phase Two Plan
Andra slid a sheet of design portfolio across the table to Alvin. The symbol in the bottom right corner made Alvin catch his breath.
ArchVanta.
A name that had haunted the design team's discussions for the past few weeks. And now—this mysterious competitor had stolen one of their biggest, most loyal clients.
"But they're new," Alvin muttered quietly.
"Precisely. Their style is fresher. They even said our approach is too 'defensive and established' in an architecture forum."
Alvin scanned ArchVanta's design concept. The strokes of the lines... bold, yet precise. He recognized it well. Clarissa's signature style.
In his heart, he knew who was behind all this. Alvin knew there must be a strong reason for it all. He wouldn't just sit still and watch the company his father had built from scratch crumble like this.
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