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    “What’s the current situation?” Sadie asked, striving to keep her voice steady despite her urgency.


    “It’s the same. We can’t cancel the registration!” Nte responded, close to tears. “We don’t even have time to prepare for the International Jewelry Design Competition, and we haven’t evenpleted the first draft for our partnership with the Lawrence Group!”


    She gestured to the scattered design drafts, her voiceden with despair. “Look at this mess. All these were preparations for the partnership, and now everything’s in disarray!”


    Sadie surveyed the studio, noting the chaos—a testament to the stress Nte had been under.


    Approaching a table, Sadie picked up a few drafts and studied them carefully.


    “These designs are quite innovative. You’ve clearly been working hard on them,” she said, her voice softening as she sought tofort Nte.


    “But there’s no time to refine them now!” Nte’s voice broke slightly. “The International Jewelry Design Competition is just a month away. We’re not going to be ready!”


    Sadie set the drafts back down, inhaled deeply, and fixed Nte with a determined gaze.


    “We’ll tackle both challenges together. We’ll manage both the partnership project and the International Jewelry Design Competition,” Sadie dered.


    “Both?” Nte looked at her, incredulous.


    “How can that be feasible? There are only three of us, and we have just one month toplete two major projects. It’s impossible!”


    Sadie stepped closer, cing her hands reassuringly on Nte’s shoulders.


    “Nothing is impossible. Nte, trust in me and in yourself. We’ve pulled through countless challenges and all-nighters together. We can do this too.”


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    Seeing the resolve in Sadie’s eyes, Nte let her panic ebb away. She nodded firmly, wiped away her tears, and her voice steadied.


    “Alright. We’ll tackle both projects! If we need to, we’ll pull a few more all-nighters!”


    A faint smile appeared on Sadie’s lips, a bright spot in the cluttered studio.


    “First, let’s reorganize our schedule.”


    Sadie grabbed a pen and a nk sheet of paper and began quickly outlining a n.


    “We need toplete the first draft for the partnership with the Lawrence Group within two weeks. Then we can make revisions and improvements. Thest two weeks will be dedicated entirely to preparing for the International Jewelry Design Competition.”


    Nte joined her at the table, her brows furrowing as she took in the ambitious schedule Sadie was sketching out.


    “Two weeks for the first draft? That’s incredibly tight!”


    “I know it’s a tight schedule, but we have to make it work. We need to maximize every minute, enhance our efficiency, and ensure we work seamlessly as a team.”


    “Alright!” Nte agreed, her resolve renewed.


    With renewed vigor, Sadie and Nte began to organize the scattered design drafts, sorting them ording to the respective projects.


    As they worked, they discussed their immediate next steps, the studio buzzing with a blend of tension and the dynamic energy of urgent work.


    Time marched on relentlessly, each tick of the clock urging them forward.


    Sadie pushed open the grand doors of Myrtlewood Estate and was immediately enveloped by its familiar warmth.


    The tension from the studio began to dissolve, reced by aforting sense of relief. She slipped into her slippers and casually ced her bag on the entryway cab.


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