Sophia’s POV

It’s the first day of the month.

“September, please be good to me,” I mumble under my breath, not sure of what I’m hoping for as I step into Thorne Electronics.

Forty floors and architecturally magnificent; it’s phenomenal.

I walk hand in hand with my mom, following her through the revolving door.

My breath stops the second I see Alexander approaching us, flanked by men and women in suits, clothed in a tailored royal blue suit, brown tie, brown shoes, and looking ...