Monday morning arrived faster than Sharon expected. Her nerves kicked in the moment she woke up, a blend of anticipation and fear coursing through her veins. She stood before her closet, assessing her modest collection of clothes. Most were remnants of her life as Jacob’s wife,designer pieces that felt too grand for the simple office job she was about to start. After some deliberation, she settled on a sleek black pencil skirt and a crisp white blouse. Professional, but understated.
As she looked in the mirror, she took a deep breath. "You’ve got this," she whispered to herself, straightening her posture.
The offices of Carter & Co. were located on the eighth floor of a modest building downtown. When Sharon walked in, she was greeted by a bustling environment: phones ringing, keyboards c
