Another Friday rolled around, and with just a few hours left before the weekend, most of the Grant Group employees had started to relax.
They worked through their remaining tasks at a leisurely pace while scrolling through their phones and chatting with nearby colleagues. “Ugh, I missed it again! This stuff sells out way too fast,” one employee complained.
“Can’t help it. Everyone online is saying Mr. Atkinson created this product line for love. If that’s true, you know the quality has to be amazing No wonder everyone’s going crazy trying to buy it,” another replied.
“True. Guess I’ll have to try again next time. But is this skincare set really something Mr. Atkinson made for Ms. Grant?”
“How would I know? You’d have to ask Sana about that.”
All the employees turned to look at Sana, who was frowning at her phone with a puzzled expression.
“Don’t ask me. I couldn’t even get one myself, so how would I know if the backstory is real?” Sana said without looking up from her screen.
“Wait, you’re trying to buy it too?” they asked in surprise.
Sana looked confused. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
The employees exchanged glances, thinking, ‘You’re so close to Ms. Grant, and Mr. Atkinson is always coming to see her. If you wanted some, couldn’t you just ask him directly?‘
But when they thought about how Sana didn’t seem to like talking about Brian, they swallowed their words and changed the subject.
“No, nothing. Maybe next time we can set an alarm and try to snag some together?”
Sana immediately agreed. “Sure! Honestly, Atkinson Group is really something else. Their stuff sells so well, but they never bother to restock properly. They’re totally playing that hunger marketing game.”
Everyone nodded in agreement with her complaint.
“Exactly! Atkinson Group releases way too little stock each time.”
“I know, right? Every launch is like a million people fighting for scraps. It’s so hard–I’ve failed three times now. I’m starting to consider other brands. Sana, do you have any recommendations?”
“Yeah, Sana, your skin looks amazing. What skincare brand do you usually use?”
“And what about Ms. Grant? Do you know what she uses? Seriously, in all these years, I’ve never seen anyone with better skin than Ms. Grant.”
“Right! I’ve been wanting to ask forever. Ms. Grant’s skin is absolutely flawless. What skincare does she use, Sana? Come on, tell us. Even if we probably can’t afford it, at least give us something to dream about.”
“Please, Sana, just tell us!”
Before Sana knew it, she found herself completely surrounded by her female colleagues. She wasn’t entirely sure how the conversation had taken this turn, but she didn’t mind answering their questions.
“What do you think? It’s obviously that brand everyone’s been trying to get their hands on,” Sana said with exasperation.
Everyone froze for a moment, then their faces lit up with that classic “I totally ship this” expression.
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