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I went through the month's catalogue for Luxury, flipping through the pages filled with high-end fashion designs. The bed was covered with design idea papers, sketches, and notes, all scattered around me. Among the mess were a few invites to a high-profile charity gala. I'd hit the jackpot, no doubt, but the work that came with such luck was overwhelming. If I were fully human, I'd probably be overdosing on painkillers from different brands. Yup, you read that right.

The sheer volume of tasks that was still undone was staggering. From finalizing designs to coordinating with suppliers and ensuring everything met the exacting standards of Luxury, it felt like there weren't enough hours in the day. My phone buzzed constantly with emails and messages, each one demanding immediate attention.

I sighed, rubbing my temples. The excitement of seeing my work featured in such a prestigious publication was blocked by the heavy workload. I glanced at the invite to the charity gala, a brief flicker