Jessy’s pov :
The Kingsley Company tower loomed behind me like a sleek monolith of glass and steel, its reflective windows catching the late May sun as I pushed through the revolving doors.
Cheyenne's spring air hit me with a crisp bite, still cool enough for a light jacket, but the snow had finally melted into muddy patches along the sidewalks. Two months had blurred by since that nightmare in the warehouse: the bullet tearing through my chest, the hazy recovery in the hospital, Naomi's forgiveness like a lifeline I didn't deserve.
I'd thrown myself into physical therapy and pack duties, but the internship at Kingsley? Elias had insisted I finish it, calling it "redemption through hard work." Fine by me, buried in analytics reports and boardroom meetings, I could pretend my obs
