Sophia's POV
The Monday morning air was crisp, carrying a hint of the late autumn chill, but inside me, a different kind of tension brewed. Today was the day. My first day at Mark Lance Industries, starting from the absolute bottom. It felt surreal, a contrast to the life I had known, a life that had imploded just days ago. But I’d made a promise to myself: I would learn, I would understand, and I would never let anyone treat me with such callous disregard again.
I arrived early, wanting to get my bearings before the rush. The building itself was an imposing glass and steel, a testament to the wealth and power it housed. I smoothed down my simple, practical trousers and the plain blouse I’d chosen. They felt comfortable, familiar, a small anchor in the sea of uncertainty I was navigatin
