Faye

There I was at my desk looking back at sketches for a new project. The money Neil had sent was in my bank account, and it all felt real. What I had dreamed of doing, designing a luxury townhouse, was finally taking off. I was working with a small team of three people, including myself, and we were just ready to make something awesome. My assistant, Sarah, was going through blueprints, Tom, our structural guy, read off numbers. We worked in a tiny office with big windows and the morning ...