129. Raven
I stepped out of the sleek black car that had driven me here, my eyes widening as they took in the grandeur of Athie Perfumes' Headquarters. For a company established only days ago, the building was already a masterpiece—its towering glass walls reflecting the morning sunlight, shimmering like a polished gem. The entrance was bustling with activity. Workers dressed in sharp uniforms moved in and out with purpose, carrying files, boxes, and trays of sample bottles and deliveries. The air carried a faint, intoxicating blend of floral and musky scents, a subtle testament to the company's craft.
A chill ran down my spine as I approached the grand glass doors, my heels clicking sharply against the polished marble path. Stepping inside, I was greeted by a sprawling lobby with marble
