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    “What, Sandra? Can’t I just call for a friendly chat? We were colleagues once, weren’t we?” Vivi’sugh was overly sweet, her voice oozing insincerity.


    Sadie cut to the chase. “What are you really after, Vivi?”


    “Ah, Sandra, always so direct.” Vivi chuckled, her voice now smug. “I just wanted to share some good news. My studio officially opens today.”


    “I see.” Sadie’s reply was t, disinterested. Vivi’s news was irrelevant to her. She couldn’t care less.


    “Sandra, you don’t seem surprised at all?” Vivi’s voice carried a note of irritation. She was unhappy with Sadie’sck of reaction.


    “Why should I be?” Sadie shot back, her sarcasm palpable. “Your studio opening—what does it have to do with me?”


    “How could it not?” Vivi’s tone became sharp, deliberately provocative. “Sandra, you’re an internationally renowned designer, yet your studio remains unseen. Don’t you want… to let it shine too?”


    Sadie immediately grasped the dual nature of Vivi’s words—both a boast and a challenge.


    “Vivi, there’s no need to show off to me.” Sadie’s response was frostier than before. “The sess of your studio is your concern. My interest, orck thereof, is my own.”


    “Sandra, don’t be like that.” Vivi’s voice softened, seemingly cajoling. “I’ve invited almost every prominent designer to my opening. Everyone is expecting you.”


    “Not interested.” Sadie dismissed her tly, her tone unwavering. “Vivi, we walk different paths. Please, don’t contact me again.”


    With that, she ended the call and dropped the phone back into her bag.


    “Humph!” On the other end, Vivi was left listening to the disconnect tone. Her expression darkened, and a sneer crossed her lips, a glint of malice in her eyes. “Think you can avoid the storm by ignoring me, Sadie? Just wait. The real show hasn’t even started.”


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    Unaware of Vivi’s scheming, Sadie felt a wave of irritation wash over her. The call had only added to the weight she already felt.


    The car continued swiftly toward the city center.


    Soon, Sadie reached her studio. She walked to her desk, sat down, and powered up herputer, ready to immerse herself in work. But as soon as sheunched the browser, a slew of headlines captured her attention.


    “Majestic Ego’s Chief Designer Vivi Quinn Launches First Domestic Studio with a Bang.”


    “Vivi Quinn’s Studio Opening Ceremony Dazzles, Industry Elites Gather.”


    “Vivi Quinn’s Studio Overwhelmed with Orders on Opening Day, Promising Future Ahead.”


    Each headline and every stunning photo underscored the triumph and allure of Vivi’s studio.


    Sadie clicked on an article, rapidly scanning its contents. The piece featured Vivi in a breathtaking gown, surrounded by flowers and apuse, her expression one of undeniable confidence and joy. She addressed the reporters with poise and assurance, her words brimming with ambition.


    “My studio is set to be the premier design brand in Helva, offering unparalleled design services to our clients…”


    “I envision my studio as a beacon in the domestic designndscape, setting the trends in fashion…”


    “I’m confident that soon, we will be recognized as one of the top design brands, both here and abroad…”


    In the article’sment section, the conversation buzzed.


    “Vivi’s studio just opened, but where’s Sandra?”


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