She didn’t waver for long, perhaps because the answer had always been clear in her mind.
With a firm nod, Ste dered, “Okay, I‘UL make Prosper Bay my home.
From now on, this is where we belong.
”
The following day, Ste and Matthew made their way to the factory.
Nestled in the suburbs, their drive took nearly an hour.
The factory owner courteously prepared a small table and two chairs for them.
“Please make yourselvesfortable here.
I’ll notify you if any issues arise during production.
”
“Thank you, please proceed with your work,” Ste responded graciously.
She scanned the factory with a spark of excitement in her eyes.
Despite the mor of machinery, the space was remarkably clean.
Reminiscent of her childhood visits to factories with Clint, she felt a wave of nostalgia.Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
With the workers busily crafting her sample garment, Ste eagerly revisited her design sketches, making refinements.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Matthew, in his crisp suit, looked somewhat out of ce on the small chair.
This incongruity brought a smile to her face.
Looking up at Matthew, she offered, “If you’re ufortable, you’re wee to wait in the car.
”
Matthew shook his head.
“No, I’m quite enjoying myself here.
”
Comforted by his words, Ste rxed into her work.
However, her focus was soon interrupted as several workers approached, bombarding her with questions about the garment’s production.
“Ste, are there any adjustments needed?
“And here… Please make a decision as soon as possible.
We need to move quickly with the tasks at hand.
”
Surrounded by the workers and slightly overwhelmed, Ste found herself struggling to respond.
Matthew, noticing her dilemma, stepped in with a stern expression, addressing each question efficiently.
“The model is fine as it is.
No need for water treatment.
Just follow the design specifications.
”
With their queries answered, the workers dispersed.
Matthew’s intervention brought a sense of relief to Ste, steadying her amidst the bustling environment.