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Thalassa realized with a start that her time at the Sinclair Group had acted as a powerful endorsement. What she had viewed as a chaotic day of transition, the industry viewed as a high-level vetting process.

“You have the talent,” Hertha encouraged her. “Now you finally have the platform to show it.”

As they laughed, a sharp, familiar voice broke through the ambient music.

“Thalassa? Hertha? I thought it might be you!”

They turned to see a woman in a striking, modern ensemble. It was Irene, a former classmate. “What a coincidence! Our university cohort is having an informal reunion at the large table. You have to join us.”

The lounge was vibrant, filled with the energy of old acquaintances reconnecting. At the center of the group sat Debby, a woman known for her sharp tongue and even sharper competitive streak.

Debby’s eyes swept over Thalassa’s attire—professional but understated. A sneer touched her lips. “A dropout attending a university reunion? I suppose the nostalgia is the only thing you have left.”

Hertha’s expression darkened instantly. “That’s uncalled for, Debby.”

Thalassa placed a steadying hand on Hertha’s arm, shaking her head. She wouldn't let a comment about her past or her clothes dampen her mood. She had worked hard to provide for her four children, and her value wasn't defined by a designer label or a completed degree.

“Is someone still holding a grudge from our freshman year?” Hertha scoffed. “It’s been years, Debby. Perhaps it’s time to move past the old rivalry over who Leopold preferred to sit with.”

“I believe I heard my name mentioned,” a deep, teasing voice interrupted.