Scarlet Strings.

Professional Lines

When the last student had finished, Scarlet stepped back and looked at the board, now filled with a variety of designs. "What you've done here is the essence of advanced design," she said. "You've taken a concept and elevated it, balancing creativity with practicality. But remember, the real test comes when these designs are brought to life. Sketches are just the beginning."

She glanced at the clock and realized their time was almost up. "For your assignment," she said, "I want each of you to choose one of these designs and create a prototype. Focus on the details, stitching, fit, material choice. We'll review them in our next class."

The students nodded, gathering their materials as the session came to an end. Scarlet waited until everyone had packed up before addressing them one last time. "Great work today. I'm looking forward to seeing how these ideas evolve. Remember, every design is a reflection of who you are as a creator. Make it count."

As the students filed out, some chatting excitedly about their projects, Scarlet remained behind, taking a moment to review the sketches on the board. She felt a quiet satisfaction, knowing she was helping to shape the next generation of designers.

Left alone in the room, Scarlet took a moment to organize the materials on the table. Her thoughts briefly turned to the dinner meeting with Mr. Cambridge. Though she preferred to focus on her work, she understood the importance of networking and maintaining professional relationships.

She glanced at the clock, noting that she had just enough time to prepare before heading out. With a satisfied sigh, Scarlet turned off the lights and left the room, ready to face whatever challenges the evening might bring. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, reminding her of the dinner meeting.

***

Scarlet walked briskly toward the sleek black car waiting at the curb. Her heels clicked against the pavement, a sound that usually signified confidence but tonight carried a tinge of frustration. As she slid into the back seat, she pulled out her phone and dialed Ha-joon.

The line connected, and his voice came through, calm and steady. "Yes, Red?"

"I'll be late today," Scarlet said, her tone professional yet soft. "I have a dinner meeting with Mr. Cambridge."

There was a slight pause on the other end before Ha-joon responded with a nonchalant, "Sure, I'll just take my guests home. You take care."

Scarlet hesitated, her brows furrowing. "It's a dinner meeting," she repeated, giving him an opening to inquire further or at least show a hint of concern.

"Sure, sure," he said dismissively. "Take care, Red. I'll head home soon."

Scarlet sighed as the call ended, her frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "How could he not even ask about the meeting or offer to accompany me?" she thought. The indifference stung, though she quickly shook it off. Rolling her eyes, she leaned back in her seat and stared out the window as the car pulled away from the curb.

Her secretary, Christine, was in the driver's seat, focused on the road. The silence in the car was heavy until Scarlet finally spoke. "Drive carefully, Christine. I'll need to be alert for this meeting."

Christine nodded, sensing her boss's mood but wisely choosing not to comment. Scarlet arrived at the upscale restaurant where the meeting was scheduled. The warm lighting and soft chatter of other diners provided a cozy backdrop, but Scarlet's mood was far from warm. She was led to a private table where Mr. Cambridge, a tall man with salt-and-pepper hair and an overly confident air, stood to greet her.

"Scarlet," he said, extending his hand. "You look absolutely stunning tonight."

Scarlet offered a polite smile, shaking his hand firmly. "Thank you, Mr. Cambridge. Let's focus on the designs, shall we?"