Bella and Willow arrived at the building. The glass doors shimmered in the sunlight, reflecting their excited faces as they stepped inside. The space was expansive, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered a panoramic view of the city skyline.
Willow walked slowly, taking it all in—the polished marble floors, the sleek modern furniture that was still wrapped in plastic, and the smell of fresh paint that filled the air.
Bella strolled beside her, equally in awe but with a curious edge. She touched the smooth surface of the receptionist's desk, her fingers tracing the contours as she nodded in approval.
"It's perfect, Willow," she said softly, "a perfect place for creative minds to flow freely."
Willow couldn't help but feel a swell of pride at Bella's words. "Yes, indeed," she replied, a smile tugging at her lips.
