Elena Carter’s POV

I wasn’t expecting the building to look so intimidating.

Wolfe Industries was all glass, metal, and money. The kind of place where women wore heels worth more than my rent and men didn’t smile unless they were closing a million-dollar deal. I clutched my worn leather folder tighter and inhaled deeply before pushing through the revolving doors.

The lobby was too cold. Too quiet. Too… male. I adjusted the hem of my navy skirt and reminded myself: This is just an ...