Serena's POV
I couldn't help but smile when the news arrived: ART Design Company had been formally disqualified from Fashion Week. The outcome, while satisfying, didn't surprise me in the least.
"What's got you looking so pleased?" Sally asked, breezing into my office with an elegant gift box in hand.
I showed her the official notification. She clapped her hands together in immediate delight.
"Finally! Serves Sophie right!" she exclaimed, her satisfaction evident. "Let her steal our sketches—now she can't even participate. ART's reputation is in tatters."
"A fitting consequence for playing with fire," I remarked, a wave of quiet contentment settling over me. "Did she truly believe we'd be such easy targets?"
After sharing a moment of vindication, Sally turned to the box
