Arabella Vanderbilt didn't return to the office but went to the office initially set aside for Sara Lang.
As she stepped inside, the room was in complete disarray. In the center stood a table as large as a ping-pong table, a sewing machine was tucked in the corner, and various fabrics sprawled across fabric shelves with many torn open, alongside all sorts of small storage boxes. As for what they contained, she couldn't know.
Sara Lang wore a blue knitted sweater, with ash gray jeans below, looking simple and casually beautiful.
Her hair was loosely tied up, with two pencils tucked in.
At the moment, she was bending over the table, sewing something meticulously and attentively.
Malcom Owens was trying his best to help on the side.
"President Vanderbilt." Malcom was the first to notice her, greeting her softly.
Upon hearing the voice, Sara looked up, her face still holding the focused and serious expression upon seeing Arabella.
"Arabella... you're here."
