One afternoon at AZ Studio, Anisa was called into a meeting by the finance department. The atmosphere in the room was tense, heavy with unspoken worry. After exchanging uneasy glances, one of the officers finally spoke and explained that the studio was slowly heading toward bankruptcy. The income was no longer sufficient to cover regular expenses, and for the past two years, the business had been running at a continuous loss. 📈
As Anisa carefully went through the financial reports, her hands began to tremble. Page after page revealed a truth she had never imagined. Over the past few years, Zayan had withdrawn large sums of money from the studio for his personal use. What shocked her the most was the realization that he had never once shown her that the business was struggling. To her, he had always painted a picture of stability, even growth.
The reality was far from that illusion. Since reopening the studio after a long break, they had received only a single order. With such minimal income, it was no surprise that the studio's finances were in ruins. Still, seeing the numbers in black and white made Anisa feel as though her chest was tightening, as if the air around her had suddenly become too heavy to breathe. 😥
She knew one thing clearly, she could not stand by and watch the studio collapse into an abyss. AZ Studio was more than a business; it was a responsibility she had inherited, a dream she now had to protect.
Meanwhile, Zayan's sister continued to harbor deep jealousy toward Anisa. To her, Anisa seemed like a woman living comfortably while others suffered. She never saw the sleepless nights, the silent panic, or the weight Anisa carried alone.
Because the truth was simple, yet painfully hidden, Anisa was not living in comfort at all. She was standing at the edge of everything falling apart. 😣