The Way Of Tears || kthv 📚

CHP:5 Nouveau chapitre

Farheen's POV

The bustling city of Seoul, South Korea. The sleek, modern office of "Couture Vision," one of the top fashion design companies in the country. The large glass windows offer a view of the vibrant city below. The office is alive with activity-designers huddled over sketches, fabrics being draped over mannequins, and the soft hum of Korean chatter in the background.

I step out of the elevator, and the sight that greets me is like something out of a dream. The office is a perfect blend of modernity and creativity, with every detail screaming sophistication. Sunlight streams through the glass walls, casting a warm glow on the minimalist décor. The air is thick with the scent of coffee and the quiet energy of focused work. I feel kafiya's presence beside me-her usual confidence mingling with the same undercurrent of nerves I'm trying to suppress.

This is it. After all the hard work, the late nights, the moments of doubt, we're finally here. Seoul. Couture Vision. I glance at kafiya, her eyes wide with awe, and I know she's feeling the same thing. It's exhilarating. It's terrifying.

*"This is it," kafiya whispers, her voice barely audible over the hum of the office. "We're really here. Can you believe it?"* I force a smile, trying to steady the fluttering in my chest. "Barely," I admit. "But we've worked hard for this, kafe. We belong here."

We approach the reception desk, the polished surface reflecting our anxious faces. The receptionist, with her perfectly styled hair and immaculate makeup, greets us with a polite smile and directs us to our new workspace. My breath catches as we walk to our desks-sleek, modern, and equipped with the latest design tools. The large window offers a panoramic view of Seoul, the city sprawling out beneath us, a reminder of just how far from home we are.

*"Look at this place!" kafiya grins, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "It's like something out of a movie. We're going to create magic here, farheen."*

*I nod, though my heart is pounding. "Yeah," I say softly, "but we're also foreigners here. We need to prove ourselves. It's not going to be easy."*
Before kafiya can respond, I notice a woman approaching us-**Jung jiwoon**, our new boss. Her reputation precedes her: a brilliant designer with a no-nonsense attitude. She's elegant and composed, exuding authority with every step. My stomach tightens as she reaches us, her sharp gaze assessing.

*"Ah, Ms. Farheen and ms. Kafiya," she says, her voice tinged with an Italian and Korean accent that I find both surprising and reassuring in this foreign land. "Our new recruits from abroad. Welcome to Couture Vision. I hope you're ready to bring fresh perspectives to our team."* I meet her gaze, willing my voice to sound confident. "Thank you, ms. Jung. We're eager to contribute and learn from the best."*

Kafiya, ever the enthusiastic one, chimes in, "We've been dreaming of this opportunity, and we're ready to give it our all." Jung jiwoon's eyes linger on us for a moment longer, as if weighing our words. Then she nods, a slight smile tugging at her lips. "Good. I expect nothing less. Being a foreigner in this industry is both a challenge and an advantage. Use your unique background to your benefit. Now, let's see what you're capable of."

As she walks away, I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. Kafiya and I exchange a look-one filled with determination and a hint of fear.

"It's real now," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper. "We've got to make our mark here." kafiya squeezes my hand, her grip firm and reassuring. "We will," she says, her voice filled with quiet resolve. "Together."