The onset of spring filled the air with fragrant blossoms. Anisa arrived at the AZ Studio early, diving into the managerial paperwork awaiting her in her cabin. The primary task was reviewing and finalizing the management accounts for the previous financial year. đ
Taking a short break, she glanced out the window and saw the rose bushes blooming by the pathway. The sight sent her mind drifting into the distant past. She remembered how much Zayan had loved spring. While she had always preferred the magic of Christmas and the snowy silence of winter, his tastes had always leaned toward renewal and bloom, another divergence in their shared life.
Financially, however, the studio was experiencing its own spring. From the loss-making position of the previous quarter, it had progressed to a point where revenue was sufficient to cover variable costs and show a modest, stable profit. This progress was a profound relief to Anisa. No matter what personal storms raged, she was determined not to let the business, his legacy, and now hers-fail. đ
Her staff had been instrumental in this turnaround, offering unwavering support and loyalty throughout the difficult transition. Their collective effort was the bedrock of the studio's survival.
For the next quarter, Anisa was resolute. She was determined to steer the business further toward growth and stability. Discussions and strategy sessions were already underway, carried out with a renewed sense of unity and shared purpose. Amidst the lingering scent of betrayal and unanswered questions, the studio, like the roses outside, was stubbornly pushing toward the light. đĄ