Alisha stared at her face plastered across the massive screen on Veila's building.
She had won the campaign. She was now the face of Veila.
By all means, she should feel elated—this was the kind of achievement most models fought their whole careers for—but a heavy unease gnawed at her chest. Something about the victory didn't feel right. Megan had been unusually quiet these past few days, and if there was one thing Alisha knew, it was that silence from Megan always meant trouble brewing.
Still, she pushed the thought aside. Eleoquise had already reached out to Maxine with an offer to take over Alisha's contract, but Alisha had no intention of letting them cover her fees. She didn't need them. She could afford herself now.
She sighed softly, deciding she would think about it later. For now, she just wanted a moment of peace.
That peace shattered when she spotted Bethany stepping into the company lobby. A grin spread across Alisha's lips.
