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right. Having a vision for the future is what keeps us going. If we keep thinking small, we’ll be stuck in the same place forever.”
Hank hesitated, then sighed. “Fine, but let’s focus on getting the studio running properly first. We can’t afford to get ahead of ourselves.”
Carlisle leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “That’s the spirit. One step at a time, but with big goals. Dragonaire isn’t just a studio—it’s the future.”
His words seemed to ignite something in the room. Even Hank, the practical one, couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. If Carlisle had the drive, they might just be able to make something big out of their humble beginnings.
“I’ll design the logo right now,” Heath said, standing up from his chair with a sudden burst of energy.
As the group gathered around to work on their plans, Carlisle’s mind drifted back to Sarah’s call earlier. He couldn’t shake the feeling that things with her were more complicated than they seemed. She hadn’t just wanted him back—there was something else. It wasn’t just about love for her. It was about what he could give her, and right now, he couldn’t afford to get entangled in that.
But then, as if on cue, his phone buzzed again. It was another message from Wanda.
His heart skipped a beat as he opened the message.
“Can you meet me? There’s something I need to tell you. It’s important.”
Carlisle frowned, wondering what this could be about. He hadn’t heard from Wanda in a while, and the fact that she was asking to meet him in person made it feel urgent.
He quickly typed a response: “I’ll meet you. When and where?”
The message came back almost immediately: “Tomorrow at 2 PM, Riverland Cafe. Don’t be late.”
Carlisle pocketed his phone, a sense of unease settling in his chest. What was this all about? And why now?
His thoughts were interrupted as Hank held up his latest sketch. “What do you think?”
Carlisle glanced over at the design—a sleek, bold logo for Dragonaire, featuring a soaring dragon. “I love it. It’s perfect.”
Hank grinned, a rare moment of pride crossing his face. “Glad you like it.”
Carlisle’s attention was still partially on his phone. Whatever Wanda had to say, it felt like the calm before a storm. Between Sarah’s persistence, his growing ambitions for the studio, and now Wanda’s cryptic message, it seemed like the stakes were getting higher with every passing day.
But for now, all he could do was move forward with the plans in front of him. One step at a time.
