Natalie placed the signed resignation letter on her desk.

She folded her hands and leaned forward, her expression turning serious.

“Serena, I recognize your exceptional talent. Your future here is incredibly bright. Why choose to leave at this moment?” Natalie’s voice carried a distinct tone of regret. Losing a designer of Isabella’s caliber was a significant blow.

“I truly appreciate that, Natalie. I’m deeply grateful for all the guidance and trust you’ve shown me over these years.” Isabella’s eyes conveyed sincere gratitude. Natalie had been more than a superior; she was a mentor and a genuine supporter.

“However, it’s time for me to embark on my own path,” Isabella stated firmly.

“In Switzerland? That’s right, you originally came from there.” Natalie paused thoughtfully before making a counteroffer. “Here’s an idea, Serena. Our firm has a branch office in Geneva. I could arrange your transfer there as the Design Director. The compensation package would be at least equivalent to your current one. What are your thoughts?”

Isabella was momentarily surprised by the generous proposal. After a brief silence, she shook her head.

“Thank you for the offer, Natalie, but my mind is set on launching my own brand.” Her voice was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.

Seeing the unwavering determination in Isabella’s eyes, Natalie knew further persuasion was pointless. She sighed, her expression one of genuine disappointment.

“Very well, Serena. If you are certain, I respect your decision. Just remember, my offer remains on the table indefinitely.” Natalie picked up a pen and signed the document.

“I sincerely hope our paths cross again professionally in the future,” Natalie said, handing the signed letter back to Isabella, her tone heartfelt.

“I’m certain they will, Natalie.” Isabella accepted the letter, a wave of relief washing over her, followed by a hopeful smile.

Isabella exited the director’s office, the signed resignation held securely in her hand. She returned to her workstation and began packing her personal items. Colleagues began to gather around, their faces marked with sincere sadness at her departure.

“Serena, is it true you’re really leaving?” a younger designer asked, his voice heavy with regret.

“It seems we won’t be working together anymore,” another colleague added softly.

“We should organize a farewell gathering for you!” someone else suggested enthusiastically.

Isabella looked at the familiar, caring faces surrounding her, deeply touched by their warmth. She gently shook her head, offering a polite decline. “That’s very kind, but it’s not necessary. Thank you. Let’s plan to meet up another time.”

Just then, Zoe Tremblay, another designer also from Switzerland, approached. The sharp click of her high heels echoed on the floor. A subtle, mocking smirk played on her lips.

“Oh, Serena, leaving so soon? I expected you to put up more of a fight to stay,” Zoe said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Isabella met her gaze directly, her own expression remaining perfectly calm and composed. Zoe had always viewed Isabella as her primary rival, seizing every chance to undermine her. With Isabella’s departure, Zoe couldn’t resist a final, petty jab.

“Even if you’ve built a reputation at Apex Design Collective, don’t overestimate your chances out there,” Zoe stated, her disdain barely concealed. “Building a brand from nothing is a monumental task.”

Isabella responded with a serene smile. “With me gone, you’ll finally secure that promotion you’ve been coveting. My congratulations.”

The words, seemingly a compliment, struck a raw nerve. Zoe had long envied Isabella’s position but lacked her raw talent. Zoe’s face instantly darkened with frustration. She glared, any retort dying on her lips.

“Everyone, don’t get too sentimental. You likely won’t see her again,” Zoe snapped at the gathered colleagues.

The other employees exchanged uncomfortable glances. They were torn between their genuine fondness for Isabella and the pragmatic need to stay on good terms with Zoe, their imminent supervisor. One by one, they slowly drifted away, leaving Isabella to finish her packing alone.

Isabella was unbothered. She understood the harsh realities of office politics all too well. She offered Zoe one last, genuine smile. “I wish you every success.”