I should’ve known from the second the elevator doors opened that I was in over my head.

The marble floors gleamed like liquid silver beneath my heels, and the air was thick—like something alive pulsed through the walls of Wolfe International. My heart thundered in my chest as I stepped out onto the top floor, clutching my leather file portfolio like it might save me. But nothing could’ve prepared me for the five pairs of eyes that waited on the other side of the glass double doors.

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