Miranda, adjusted the pearl brooch on her tailored navy blazer, a subtle display of confidence as she prepared to make the call that could define Izan's off-pitch career.
She paced her office, a space that exuded understated elegance with its clean lines, warm wood tones, and a panoramic view of Madrid's skyline.
The sun cast golden streaks across her glass desk, illuminating a neatly organized stack of contracts and an open laptop displaying YSL's latest campaign visuals.
Her phone sat on the desk, screen lit with the number of YSL's Paris headquarters. The deal on the table—a short-term collaboration featuring Izan—was a golden opportunity, but it needed finesse to seal.
Miranda inhaled deeply, steeling herself as she pressed the call button.
"Bonjour, YSL Headquarters," a smooth voice answered after a few rings.
