Idara
The very next Monday, I went over to the company. I submitted all the credentials they had requested, and after a few minutes, I was handed a company pass. Holding it in my hand made everything feel official—and terrifying at the same time.
Not long after, a woman who looked to be in her early thirties approached me. She was well put together, her expression professional and unreadable.
“Miss Williams, this way,” she said, gesturing politely.
I followed her to the elevator, my heart already beating faster than normal. The moment we stepped inside, she pressed the button for the first floor, and my eyes widened instantly.
The first floor—if I remembered correctly—was strictly reserved for the CEOs. Maybe the CFO’s office is on the first floor too.
My throat tightened as the ele
