As she walked back, she remembered another appointment, the meeting she had scheduled with a young man she barely remembered by face, but whose project had left a strong impression on her.
She recalled the presentation, the raw potential, the messy brilliance beneath the surface. She had been intrigued enough to want to see him in person.
The meeting venue was the same discreet location she always used: a private room, with a sleek table and a soft leather chair reserved for her.
When she arrived, the young man was already there, waiting nervously.
The moment he saw her veiled form and the elegant black dress she wore, he stood up quickly and bowed. "Ms. Dawn," he greeted, his voice almost cracking with tension.
Aurora, in her Ms. Dawn persona, sat down gracefully and gestured for him to take a seat. "Show me the document," she requested calmly.
