Scarlett POV
First day.
Make a clean impression, or don’t bother showing up.
The second the elevator doors opened into the lobby, I locked a polite, professional smile in place and kept it there all the way through security.
HR looked as if they’d been holding their breath.
Parker’s chosen assistant had actually accepted.
If I hadn’t walked through those doors, someone upstairs would’ve decided they dropped the ball.
They ran me through the paperwork, gave the tour, then delivered me to Ryan Parker’s office and vanished.
Big corner office.
Just the two of us.
Smile steady.
“Mr. Parker.”
He stood slowly, eyes level with mine.
Same sharp blazer, same pulled-back hair as in the interview.
“Formal introductions,” he said.
“Ryan Parker. One of the executive presidents.
