Val's P.O.V

Immediately, I switched to the email on the document of the contract to contact the collab house as my lawyer guided.

I got it, emilycollabhouse@gmail.com.

The soft chime from my laptop signaled the start of the meeting. My screen split, my own wide-eyed, nervous face mirrored by the impeccably composed image of Ms. Emily Sterling. Her silver bob was flawless, her black blazer sharp against the backdrop of a tastefully arranged home library. She looked like she’d been born to ...