Elena’s pov
That morning felt different.
I had woken up on the right side of my bed that day. And there was this confidence that came with it. The confidence that said good things were going to happen today.
I walked inside of the conference room the way that I used to. My head high. My shoulders back. My heels clicking on the floor like it was trying to announce my arrival before I even reached the doorway.
The glass walls were throwing my reflection right back at me. Me in my black dress that was just sharp enough to cut. My hair that was pinned tight. My red lipstick that was screaming “don’t f**k with me.”
I looked like I was untouchable. I felt anything but.
The office had new interns that day. And all of them were already standing in a line. As if they were baby ducks that were
