The morning sun spilled through the tall glass panes of Wolfe Enterprises’ main building, but for Clara Hart, there was nothing golden or welcoming about the light. It glared down at her like a spotlight, illuminating her exhaustion, the strain beneath her carefully painted face, the frantic beating of her heart as she rushed between the thirtieth floor and Nicholas Wolfe’s office.
Her life had become two lives—each more demanding than the other.
By title, she was now a junior designer on the creative team, her dream position—or at least, the dream she had clung to when she believed hard work and talent would one day be enough to buy her and Lily a better life. But dreams had sharp edges. Reality meant long nights poring over design drafts, reworking layouts, producing prototypes that me
