"Your express delivery is from the same city!"
A colleague dropped a document pouch on Beauty's desk and promptly walked away before she could even thank them.
At this critical juncture, everyone was racing against the clock to finalize design sketches for the upcoming fashion show.
A subtle yet intense rivalry simmered among departments, each vying to outpace the others, refusing to concede an inch.
The office atmosphere had grown palpably tense.
Beauty shivered slightly, tearing open the pouch to retrieve its contents—a crisp white invitation.
Suddenly, it all made sense.
It was an invitation to the grand opening banquet of Eric and Dyson's company.
She hadn't expected him to extend such a formal invitation.
Memories of that night flashed through her mind, stirring a wave of hesitation.
Her phone vibrated on the desk, Dyson's name lighting up the screen.
After a brief pause, she swiped to answer.
"Did you receive the invitation I sent?"
