(Rosalie's POV)
The Manhattan morning sky was a cold, steely gray-blue, washed clean by last night's storm.
I stepped into the lobby of Steel Tech's midtown skyscraper. The air shifted around me. I felt it immediately.
For five years, I had worn dull charcoal-gray suits. I had moved through this space like a ghost. Invisible. Forgettable.
Not today.
The receptionist's eyes widened. The security guard's gaze lingered. I walked toward the elevator that went straight to the executive floor.
The mirrored walls reflected my image back at me. For the first time in five years, I had abandoned the boring, dutiful "good secretary" costume.
The elevator doors slid open. I stepped out into the administrative office area. My Jimmy Choo heels clicked against the marble floor. Sharp. Rhythmic. Ea
