ANABEL’S POV
I stood outside the Ambercaz building the next morning, staring up at it for far longer than I probably needed to. It rose so high above the surrounding skyline that I had to tilt my head all the way back just to catch a glimpse of where the glass disappeared into the clouds. Its dark, tinted panels caught the early morning sunlight and reflected it in sharp, blinding angles.
I’d driven past this building more times than I could count over the years, always assuming it belonged to some faceless corporation I’d never have a reason to think twice about.
Now, apparently, it was about to become my workplace.
My hands were slightly sweaty around the strap of my bag, and I quickly wiped them against my skirt before forcing myself to walk toward the entrance.
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