Chapter 9
Autumn arrived in the city with crisp breezes, amber leaves, and a sense of vibrant renewal that seeped into every corner of my new life. My design agency was thriving beyond my wildest expectations; I had hired two junior designers to help manage our growing roster of corporate clients, and my work was finally being recognized under my own name, without a single Miller taking credit for my sweat and creativity.
One crisp Saturday afternoon in October, Maya and I decided to celebrate my new independence by visiting an upscale art supply boutique downtown. As I browsed the aisles, running my fingers over high-end watercolor paper, professional-grade acrylic markers, and richly pigmented oil paints, I realized how many parts of myself I had quietly abandoned during my marriage to Connor.
I had stopped painting. I had stopped creating just for the joy of it. I had let my own passions wither away in the shadow of someone else's expectations.
"Look at these," Maya said, holding up a set of metallic gold and deep indigo markers—the exact kind of professional art supplies I used to dream about owning back when I was spending all my grocery money on cheap barbecue supplies for Barbara's parties.
"Put them in the basket," I smiled, my heart feeling lighter than air. "We're buying all of them."
As we walked out of the boutique carrying our heavy paper bags filled with paints, sketchbooks, and brushes, my phone rang. It was an unknown local number.
For a second, I hesitated, wondering if it was Connor or one of his flying monkeys trying one last desperate maneuver. But my hands were steady as I slid my thumb across the screen and pressed it to my ear.
"Hello, this is Clara," I said, my voice clear and confident.
"Hi, Clara? My name is David Vance," a warm, professional voice replied on the other end. "I'm the creative director for the new boutique hotel downtown. We saw the branding portfolio your agency recently designed for the local café, and we want to hire your team to design our entire visual identity and interior art installations. Are you taking on new clients?"
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I looked at Maya, who was watching me with a wide, encouraging grin.
"Yes, David," I said, stepping out onto the sunlit sidewalk. "We are absolutely taking on new clients. When would you like to meet?"
