Sophia’s POV

The phone wouldn’t stop ringing. “Good morning,” I said for the fifth time that hour, trying to sound polite even though every muscle in my body screamed with irritation. “Yes.. the CEO is currently in a meeting. I’ll pass the message.”

I dropped the receiver and leaned back in my chair, staring at the polished reception desk in front of me. My new position. The front desk.

I hated it. The chair squeaked when I shifted, as if mocking me. Through the glass, I watched ...