Abigail was grinning from ear to ear, her eyes sparkling with the kind of high-octane energy only a fresh piece of office gossip can provide. She leaned over toward Alina's cubicle, relishing their new status as "work besties."
"So Maryam wasn't a total nightmare after all," Abigail laughed, shaking her head in disbelief. "I honestly thought she was born with that scowl permanently etched onto her face. Who knew there was a human heart under all that designer silk?"
Alina shrugged, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips as she focused on her sketchbook. Her charcoal pencil moved with precision, outlining the delicate bodice of a prom dress for her very first high-profile client.
The office was unusually quiet tonight; the submissions had slowed to a trickle, allowing her to finish her editing duties ahead of schedule.
