Calla’s POV
I used to believe promotions came with joy.
The kind that surged through your veins, made your feet feel light, and your stomach flutter with pride. But standing in front of the large, frosted-glass door that now bore my name, Calla Ellis — Executive Assistant, I felt anything but light.
My legs were rooted. My chest, tight. My fingers, clammy against the folder I held like a shield.
Because this wasn’t just a promotion—it was a spotlight.
And spotlights had a nasty habit of showing every flaw.
Inside, the office was pristine. Modern. Unforgiving. The kind of place meant for people who wear confidence like cologne. I stepped in slowly, shutting the door behind me. It clicked closed with a finality I wasn’t ready for.
The room smelled like fresh wood polish and faint vani
