For the next few months, Zoey's life was practically swallowed up by work.
Ever since her last meeting with Owen, she barely saw him.
When they did cross paths, they'd just glance at each other, like they were on parallel tracks that never met.
Zoey tried to ignore the tinge of sadness that lingered deep down, throwing herself into her job instead.
Her hard work seemed to be paying off. Her designs stood out this quarter, and she was on track to become one of the few designers whose work could go from concept to reality within three months of joining the company.
But with this success came a heavy workload.
She had to constantly visit the garment factory, meticulously overseeing every step of the production process to ensure everything met the standards.
"You've been working hard, Z
