CHAPTER 1
Chelsea knew from the moment she stepped onto the airplane that she was in over her head.
Imposter syndrome. That’s what her life coach called this feeling. The sense that no matter how far Chelsea advanced in her field, she still lived each and every day in constant fear of being discovered.
What would her colleagues do when they realized she was a fraud?
Chelsea had begged and schmoozed and pleaded in order to get this assignment. And now that she was on her way to Detroit, the nerves threatened to make her throw up.
Great. That’s all she needed to start her three-hour flight.
Chelsea was one of the first passengers to board. A few men in stuffy business suits glared at her first-class seat, no doubt wondering why a 23-year-old who barely topped five feet tall needed that
