Avery looked around at her team, who were on the brink of panic after Naya's words. Whispers broke out instantly, designers clutching their tablets, stylists wringing their hands as though the world was already ending.
She could see the fear ripple through them some were pale, others nervously clicking their pens, and a few even looked like they might cry. The air in the room had become thick with anxiety, suffocating with every passing second.
But Avery's voice cut through the noise like a clear bell.
"Everybody, don't panic. We have everything under control."
Her tone was calm, steady, and carried the kind of authority that demanded attention. Slowly, conversations died down, the whispers fading into silence.
They didn't look entirely reassured, worry still flickered in their eyes but they stopped spiraling, clinging to her words like a lifeline.
