Chapter 6

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Hayat's POV

We entered the office room that was a spacious, light-filled design studio with a buzz of creativity. The room was adorned with elegant furnitures that looked comfortable and welcoming.

The walls were adorned with beautiful design samples and architectural blueprints that was inviting the eye to wander and the imagination to soar.

The room was filled with anticipation as we all gathered around a large wooden table. At the head of the table stood Zaid Khan, the stupid boss of this interior designing company. However, he exudes confidence and creativity.

The room also had a separate wooden table with a laptop already opened, probably that place belonged to Zaid. Above his seat there was a large logo board displaying their company logo, "Zaid Architectural & Design'.

Everyone hurried to take a seat while I was still observing the interior of the room. The lighting was gentle and artfully arranged, casting a warm glow that dances across the room. Streams of natural light poured in through the large windows, bathing the space in a soft, golden embrace. Delicate curtains, sway gently, adding a touch of elegance and whimsy to the atmosphere.

Lush green plants thrive in every corner, infusing the space with life and a touch of nature's tranquility. Their vibrant leaves cascade gracefully, creating a sense of harmony and well-being.

Bookshelves lined the walls, filled to the brim with a diverse collection of literature and knowledge.

In this cosy interior, every element has been thoughtfully curated to cultivate a space where creativity, productivity, and a sense of community thrive.

I came out of my trance when I heard Zaid saying, "If you are done looking around, please take a seat Ma'am"

Everyone chuckled while I mumbled a sorry and rushed to the only empty seat, to the left side of ZAID KHAN.

Probably my fate hates me!

As I sat on the chair I found a cute box neatly wrapped with a blue gift paper on the table. I looked around the table and pretty much all four of us had the same box as mine, in front of us. Probably it was a welcome gift to us.

Zaid cleared his throat and started talking, " First of all, congratulations on becoming a part of our interior design family. We are thrilled to have all of you here. We've got welcome gifts for everyone, I hope you will love it. Today marks the beginning of an exciting journey for all of you. I hope all of you are excited for it"

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