Nurin walked straight to her desk, eager to check on the replica she had spent all night completing.
The smile on her face disappeared.
The model was gone.
She froze.
"No..."
She searched beneath the desk, opened nearby cabinets, and looked around every corner.
"It was right here..."
Her breathing became uneven.
Just then, Eric approached.
"Nurin."
She turned immediately.
"Eric, I... I've already finished it. I swear. But I can't find it anywhere."
Eric simply gestured toward the hallway.
"Come to my office."
"But—"
"Hurry."
He walked away before she could explain.
Nurin took one last frantic look around her workstation before following him.
She knocked on Eric's office door.
"Come in."
As soon as she entered, she spotted the replica sitting safely on his desk.
She let out a long breath.
"Oh... thank goodness."
Eric looked up.
"So, you made this?"
"Yes."
He stood and walked around the desk, admiring every angle of the model.
"Wow..."
A smile spread across his face.
"This is incredible, Nurin."
She smiled shyly.
"I did my best, but I couldn't recreate everything exactly. I don't remember every detail of the original design."
Eric shook his head.
"No."
He pointed at different sections.
"This..."
"...is better."
Nurin blinked.
"What?"
"This isn't a copy anymore."
He smiled.
"It's an eighty-twenty design."
"Eighty-twenty?"
"Eighty percent is my original concept."
He pointed to the new additions.
"And twenty percent is yours."
He looked at the replica once more.
"I've changed my mind."
"About what?"
"I'm replacing the original design with this one."
Nurin's eyes widened.
"What?"
"I like your improvements."
He laughed softly.
"I can't wait to show this to Mr. Harraz."
He looked back at her.
"But only if you agree."
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