"Exactly, I think they capture the characters perfectly." "Mrs. Fernandez, maybe you're overthinking it a little."

The group's consensus only seemed to inflate Forrest's confidence.

He turned back to Tilda, folding his arms. "Mrs. Fernandez, did you hear that? We're the professional designers here. You're great at writing, no doubt about that. But when it comes to visual design, maybe you should leave that part to us.

Throughout the meeting, Tilda's brows remained furrowed with frustration.

It was clear she disagreed with Forrest's views.

For an animated series to truly shine, every detail had to be polished to perfection.

And while Forrest's concepts might have been serviceable, they fell short of the vision Tilda had in mind. Her aesthetic sense was sharp, cultivated by years of experience and success. Settling for something mediocre wasn't an option.

"Forrest, I still don't think we're quite there yet," she said, calmly but firmly. "How about we explore a few more character ideas before finalizing anything?"

Forrest's expression stiffened ever so slightly. Clearly, her suggestion bruised his pride.

But as the lead content editor, Tilda held the authority to halt any part of the process that didn't meet her standards. Begrudgingly, he returned to the drawing board to rework his designs.

With no final look for the characters, the rest of the production process had to wait.

The tension within the team was palpable—creative friction hung heavy in the air.

Later that morning, during a brief break, Tilda stepped out to use the restroom. In the hallway, she bumped into Reggie.

"Hey, Tilda," he greeted with a pleasant smile on his face.

"How's the first day treating you? Everything running smoothly?"

Tilda returned the smile faintly. "The team's quite young." It was a diplomatic answer.

She wasn't one to complain, even if things weren't going exactly how she'd hoped. The creative disagreements with Forrest stayed between her and the work.

Reggie chuckled. "They've been with me since the beginning. Forrest and the others—most of our popular webcomics were born from their ideas. They really understand what clicks with the younger crowd. That's why I believe in them." He looked at her with admiration. "And now, with an award- winning editor like you onboard, I'm confident that the animated adaptation of Sunshine is going to take the internet by storm."

Tilda smiled politely but remained silent.

Given the way things were progressing, it was too soon for bold predictions. She wasn't even sure yet if this project would succeed-or simply drive her mad.

Reggie checked his watch. "It's almost noon. I'll have my assistant order something you like, and we can have lunch together."

Tilda blinked, pulled out of her thoughts. "No need for that. There's a restaurant downstairs. I'll just grab a bite there."

Reggie grinned. "Come on, it's your first day here. Let me at least try to make a good impression."

Without waiting for her agreement, he added, "Alright, I'1l head back to work. My assistant will come get you shortly."