The moment Callista walked into the office the next morning, she was hit by a strange sense of déjà vu. The place was bright and sleek—floor-to-ceiling windows, polished concrete floors, subtle ambient music in the background—but it wasn’t just the aesthetics. It was the energy.

Everyone had perfectly pressed clothes and shiny shoes. They moved, talked, and typed fast. Pressed shirts, tailored blazers, gleaming loafers, sky-high heels. It felt less like a workplace and more like a ...