Nancy smoothed her skirt one last time as she stepped into the gleaming marble lobby of Cross Enterprises. The air smelled faintly of leather and expensive perfume, and the silence carried the weight of power. Every detail screamed untouchable, from the chrome elevators to the carefully arranged orchids near the reception desk.

Her fingers tightened around her portfolio. This is it. The chance I’ve been waiting for.

“Good morning,” she greeted the receptionist with a polite smile. ...