Notification

Zara paced back and forth, her boots clicking against the polished floor of Crescent Moon Agency's office.

Her brow furrowed in deep concern, she kept glancing at the calendar on the wall. Time was ticking, and every day that passed felt like a weight on her shoulders.

"We've barely got a month left before the finals, Victoria! We're running out of time to get Crescent Moon's name out there. We need more exposure! More fans!"

Zara's voice was a mix of frustration and worry as she stopped mid-stride, crossing her arms and glaring at Victoria, who sat calmly at her desk.

Victoria, as always, was unbothered by Zara's anxiety. She leaned back in her chair, swirling her cup of tea, her eyes half-closed as if Zara's concerns were nothing more than passing clouds.

"Zara, relax," she said in her usual calm tone. "We've got everything under control."

Zara's left eye twitched.