Camila flung the competition guidelines onto her desk, the crisp paper landing next to a sketchpad littered with half-formed ideas. She pressed her palms against the cool surface of the mahogany and leaned forward, letting out a frustrated sigh that seemed to echo around the empty office.

　　"Find a male model," she muttered to herself, her voice dripping with irony. "As if I could just conjure one up from the depths of my non-existent social circle."

　　The room was ...