As the grand entrance of Knox’s building automatically opens, I step in first, my flowy dress swaying gently with my movements. Maxinne skips beside me, her tiny hand clasped in mine, her pink dress matching my dress’ elegance. Behind us, Knox follows suit, his printed tuxedo adding a dash of flamboyance to our ensemble.
The lobby buzzes with anticipation. Employees scurry around, putting final touches on decorations and adjusting technical setups for the impending victory party. My heart flutters with nerves, my unfamiliarity with such grand events evident in the slight furrow of my brow.
Knox, on the other hand, exudes confidence as he greets his employees with warm smiles and firm handshakes. His charisma fills the massive space, drawing the attention of everyone present. He guides me
