Kelly’s POV
The building still felt a bit too big, too polished and overwhelming for me . Every morning when I stepped through those tall revolving doors, it felt like I was stepping into a world that operated several gears faster than anything I’d ever known.
No matter how early I came in, it always seems as if someone had already beaten me to it. No matter how hard I worked, the work kept piling up. And no matter how much I tried to breathe through the pressure, the tightness in my chest never really left.
My first full week at Donovan Corp taught me one thing: nothing about this place was forgiving. Everything had a pace, a rhythm, a silent expectation that you kept up.
People moved like clock hands, always on time, always precise. Meanwhile, I was still stuck learning the number
