CALLA MONROE
The glass doors of Bell Enterprises loomed ahead like the gates of some polished, corporate underworld. Calla Monroe stood at the bottom steps for a full thirty seconds, heart thudding, palms clammy. She inhaled sharply and tightened her grip on her tote bag, whispering to herself like a soldier walking into enemy territory.
“You asked for this.”
And she had.
After months of spiraling applications, awkward interviews, and ghosted offers, she’d practically thrown her dignity at this job. She didn’t even know how she made it past the second round, especially after that tension-filled panel interview with a silent, sharp-eyed man whose jaw looked like it was sculpted from cold marble.
Cassian Bell.
CEO. Power-suited menace. Her new boss.
Calla stepped inside, heels clackin
