The following day, Sharon arrived at work earlier than usual, her resolve sharper than ever. The office was quiet, with only a few colleagues scattered about preparing for the day. Sharon’s mind was already spinning with the possibilities her new position might offer.
She had spent most of the night convincing herself of the decision. The pros outweighed the cons, and this was a chance she couldn’t afford to waste,not with the tangled mess her life had become.
At 9 a.m. sharp, she walked up to Bruce Hill’s office, her steps confident but not overzealous. She knocked twice on the heavy oak door, her heart hammering as she awaited his reply.
"Come in," came Bruce’s calm, baritone voice.
Sharon stepped inside, closing the door behind her. He was seated at his desk, impeccably dressed as a
