Zinnia glanced out the window as her father's car pulled up in front of Lopez Digital Studios. She had been quiet during the ride, her mind drifting back to the events of yesterday's meeting. Ricardo Lopez, her father, was beaming, his smile wide and bright. She wondered what had him in such high spirits.
As they stepped out of the car and made their way into the building, Zinnia noticed how heads turned. Employees passing by paused, eyes widening with curiosity. She kept her head high, but she could feel the stares, hear the whispers, and sense the faint buzzing of gossip trailing behind them.
"Who is she?" someone whispered.
"Is she a new recruit? I haven't seen her before," another said, glancing at her with interest.
"She's stunning! Do you think she's a new artist for one of our projects?" a third voice added, barely hiding their excitement.
