​I HID MY BRAND LAYOUTS UNDER A LOG BOOK WHEN THE SERGEANT WALKED IN

Dear Delyara, When the police sergeant knocked on the window to ask about our security cameras, I panicked and threw my thick leather notebook—the one containing the complete layout specs and gold-weight calculations for Maison SEIFI—under a stack of dirty daily log sheets. I didn't want him to see it. I was terrified he’d look at the high-end sketches, look at my high-vis jacket, and make some snide, sarcastic comment about a guard with "ideas above his station." I let my own fear of judgment make me hide the only thing that gives my life meaning right now. I felt like a child caught doing something wrong, instead of a grown man building his legacy.