The VERITÉ Magazine headquarters wasn't an imposing skyscraper like the major media conglomerates like VOGUE and Fashion Weekly that dominated the industry.
Sophie didn't have the kind of money to start that big. Her parents were also not very keen on the idea of her running a magazine company.
But she had followed on with her dreams and built her magazine in a modest, fine building, no larger than a supermarket or a well-sized diner, nestled between quieter rows of other business establishments.
The glass-paneled exterior reflected the muted hues of the overcast sky, and the sign above the entrance gleamed in a sharp, minimalist font, advertising the word; VERITÉ.
Brooklyn Baker pulled into the small parking lot, turning off the engine with a flick of her wrist.
For a moment, she sat in her, flipping through a stack of papers she had placed on the passenger seat. Uncomfortable, she picked up the files and placed them on her lap, quickly reading one after the other.
