CHAPTER 1: EAT YOU OR f**k YOU
EMMA’S POV
The alarm clock blared at 6:30 AM, just like it did every Tuesday. I slapped the snooze button, groaning.
Another day, another f*****g dollar.
I dragged myself through my monotonous routine: a lukewarm shower, a slightly-too-tight pencil skirt, and a blouse that always needed ironing.
I was just Emma, a low-level loan processor at Northwood Trust, dreaming of a life that felt less… beige.
I should have called in sick. I should have tripped on the way out the door. Anything to change the course of that day.
The bank was its usual quiet self at 8:45 AM. The smell of stale coffee and lemon-scented cleaner filled the air.
I was counting the minutes until my first break, already thinking about the sad salad in the fridge, when the world exp
