Lila's POV

The marble floors gleamed beneath my nude stilettos as I stepped into Sterling Group's headquarters at exactly 8:00 AM on Monday. I caught my reflection in the revolving doors for a fleeting second—my blonde waves fell effortlessly over my shoulders, a maroon sheath dress hugged my curves, and a nude bag was clutched in my grip. I looked the part.

The air inside the building was chilled. I inhaled deeply as I watched people move with purpose, heels clicking and papers ...