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    Selina’s words were cold and unforgiving, leaving no room for mercy. Max’s eyes glistened, filled with tears she refused to let fall.


    With trembling hands, she gathered the scattered design sketches from the floor. Each crumpled page felt like a piece of her shattered dreams. This was supposed to be her final chance, the moment to prove her worth in the design world.


    Quinter watched from a distance, his heart heavy with sympathy.


    Max could’ve been a promising talent in design, but now she seemed to be falling apart, her hopes fading before her eyes.


    Max forced a faint smile, her voice barely above a whisper as she said, “Miss Hathaway, I’m sorry if we interrupted your dinner.” Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode out of the restaurant.


    Quinter hurried after her, his concern evident.


    “Don’t give up, Max. There will be other chances. You can’t let this stop you from following your dream.”


    Max shook her head slowly, her gaze fixed on the sketches that represented so much of her effort. The smile she wore was now marred by a deep sense of bitterness.


    “This was myst chance,” she said softly. “Maybe I’m just not meant to be a designer. I appreciate everything you’ve done for me over the years.”


    Quinter fell silent, unsure of what to say.


    He felt her pain deeply, knowing how much she had sacrificed to pursue a dream that now seemed to be slipping away.


    It was painful to see such raw talent being overlooked. As Max steadied herself to leave, a voice called out from behind her.


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    “Wait a moment.”


    It was Katelyn, holding the sketches Max had left behind.


    She approached with a contemtive look, her eyes admiring the designs. Quinter’s assessment had been spot-on: Max’s talent shone through clearly, with great potential still waiting to be realized.


    Young and full of potential, Max could still have a bright future if steered in the right direction.


    “I think these belong to you,” Katelyn said, handing the sketches back to Max.


    Max took the papers with a heavy heart. For a brief moment, she had hoped Selina might have changed her mind ande after her.


    Fighting back her sadness, Max offered a small, grateful nod. “Thank you.”


    She carefully received the sketches, feeling their importance deeply.


    Seeing Max so vulnerable tugged at Katelyn’s heartstrings. It reminded her of her own early days, filled with countless rejections and setbacks due to her inexperience.


    For a young person just beginning with dreams and hope, the weight of constant rejections and setbacks could stir up feelings of doubt and sadness.


    With a gentle sigh, Katelyn said, “Your designs are really impressive. Are you sure you want to give up on this dream?”


    With a resigned nod, Max replied, “This was myst chance. If I don’t get recognized, I promised my parents I’d quit design.”


    “But your work is outstanding,” Katelyn said, her tone steady and reassuring. “Here’s an opportunity for you. Ourpany is expanding into the international jewelry market, and we need a talented local designer. Would you be interested?”


    She carefully observed Max’s reaction, seeing the spark of hope flicker in her eyes.


    “Is this real? You’re really offering me a job as a designer at yourpany?” Max’s voice quivered with excitement.


    Katelyn smiled warmly, nodding confidently.


    “Absolutely. You can even work remotely if you prefer. We’ll sort out the details of sry and benefitster.”


    The prospect Katelyn offered was a whole new world of possibilities for Max—one she had barely dared to imagine. Securing this job could mean freedom from her parents’ constraints.


    Max tightened her grip on the sketches, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll do my best. Just tell me what designs you need. I won’t waste this chance.”


    Katelyn’s smile broadened. “I have no doubt you’ll be great. Let’s exchange contact information and discuss everything soon.”


    “Okay, thank you!”


    Max eagerly reached for her phone, ready to exchange numbers, but Quinter stepped in abruptly.<fn2ae4> Read full story at find?novel</fn2ae4>


    “Wait.”


    His eyes were filled with cautious suspicion as he studied Katelyn.


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