Emily smiled patiently as she explained, "Please look here. According to the plan, this is a children's playground, with many play structures for kids. It’s clearly labeled on the blueprint." Ken nodded. "Yes, we saw that part." Emily continued, "While the kids are playing, the adults also need a place to rest. Taking care of kids is exhausting, so this area is designed as a resting spot specifically for the parents. From here, they can watch the entire playground, keeping an eye on their children while also getting some rest." After Emily's explanation, everyone finally understood. "This design is really considerate," one of the designers said. "My wife always complains about how exhausting it is to take care of our kid, constantly keeping an eye on him to make sure he’s safe." "Yeah, my son is three now, always full of energy and getting into trouble. Taking care of him is seriously a workout," another added. Ken, however, stayed quiet, simply stroking his chin while watching Emily. Emily noticed his gaze and met it without hesitation. "What are you staring at, Ken? I just reapplied my makeup. It shouldn’t be smudged." Ken laughed. "No, no, your makeup looks great. I was just wondering, have you ever been married? You seem to know a lot about taking care of kids." "That’s because…" Because during her pregnancy, Emily had read countless parenting books, preparing herself as much as she could. She had grown up without her parents, knowing the struggles of a childhood without love and care. She wanted to ensure that her child wouldn’t experience the same. But… All that preparation was now just empty effort. She smiled faintly. "No, I’m not married, but I do have a boyfriend." Ken was surprised. "Wow, you have a boyfriend already? That’s a blow for all the single guys in this company." "My boyfriend’s waiting for me back in England. I’ll head back there as soon as this project is done."Ken nodded in agreement. "That’s right, couples should be together as much as they can. Such a shame—you’re an amazing girl, but already taken. My condolences to all the great single guys here..." "My boyfriend is actually from New York, not England." "Really?" Ken raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Did you meet in England?" "…Yes." Emily quickly redirected the conversation. "I’ve reviewed some of the questions you all had about this blueprint. I also have a draft with some modifications based on the original design. You can all take a look at it..." … The meeting turned out to be very productive. Many of the issues that had previously gone unresolved were now easily addressed with Emily’s revised blueprint. The designers were in awe of her, viewing her as a true design genius. "No wonder she won the Pritzker Prize. It’s like Miranda was the original designer. She explained every detail perfectly." "And don’t forget, she just arrived at the company yesterday." "I asked a few of my friends at Stardream—they all have nothing but praise for Miranda’s abilities. She’s only been there for a short time, but she’s already amazed their entire design department. She’s incredible..." Holding her documents in her arms, Emily addressed the room. "Does anyone have any other questions? We can discuss them together." Ken shook his head, taking the lead. "I think we won’t have any questions for a while. We need time to study the supplemental blueprint you provided, Miranda." "Yeah, at least a week. I need time to go over it properly." "Same here." Emily nodded with a smile. "Alright then. I’ll be working in Ken’s office, so if anyone has questions, feel free to come by." "Got it..." The meeting ended, and Emily returned to the office, massaging her aching temples.She was still struggling with jet lag, and she hadn’t slept well last night. Her sleep had been filled with endless dreams, leaving her utterly exhausted. Vincent had been right about one thing—she did have faint dark circles under her eyes, which she’d had to cover with multiple layers of concealer during her touch-up. At thirty, perhaps she was already entering an early phase of aging? If it hadn’t been for that tragedy years ago, she would have been the mother of a three-year-old by now. She could imagine watching her child climb and play in a playground, sitting in the rest area with warm milk and little bear cookies ready for him, waiting for her little angel to run back to her, calling her "Mom." The thought alone filled her with a bittersweet happiness. Her phone suddenly rang. It was a number from England. Emily answered, "Jackson?" "Oh my God, you answered using my actual name for the first time—I’m about to cry here." Emily couldn’t help but laugh. "How are you?" "Not great—going crazy thinking about you. I’m bored out of my mind here in England. Emily, when are you coming back? Or maybe I should just come to you instead?" Emily thought for a moment and then gently tried to dissuade him. "Aren’t you worried your brother will catch you if you come back here?" "Damn," Jackson cursed. "Why do big brothers even exist? He’s like a force of nature, always keeping me in check." "But he cares about you, doesn’t he?" "That’s true. Honestly, I do miss him too. If he weren’t always trying to drag me home, he’d be a perfect brother." After chatting with Jackson for a bit, Emily managed to calm his fiery temper. It was nearly time to get off work—just about five minutes left. Vincent had asked her to wait for him after work. Emily made a split-second decision. She quickly packed her bag and headed to the women's restroom, planning to stay there for five minutes and leave as soon as it was time to clock out.But before she could leave, he was right there, blocking her path. Vincent took a glance at her half-packed bag, his gaze darkening, though he didn’t say anything. "Let's go." "It’s not even the end of work hours. I haven’t clocked out yet," she replied. "And I need to use the restroom." "I’ve already spoken to HR," Vincent said. "Your attendance doesn’t need to follow the standard work schedule. Come on—the concert’s about to start." "A concert?" "Lucas' concert," Vincent explained, taking her hand. "I’ve got two VIP tickets, front row. It’s been three years. Let’s go see our old friend."