Rose's POV
The email contained a curated selection of high-end cars with professional photographs and detailed specifications. Sleek Mercedes S-Class sedans, a Range Rover in elegant black, a Porsche Panamera, even a few luxury SUVs that cost more than my entire apartment building. A polite note accompanied the images:
“Dear Miss Thompson,
As part of your new executive secretary role, you are entitled to a company vehicle. Please review the options below and reply with your preference by end of day. All vehicles come fully maintained, insured, and with a dedicated parking space in the executive garage. Let us know if you require any customizations.”
I stared at the screen, blinking rapidly. This had to be a mistake. I was just a secretary — promoted only yesterday from the lower floo
