~Sophia
The massive glass doors of the James Corporation opened with a soft whoosh, and I stepped inside, my hand resting lightly on Nathaniel’s arm. The lobby was a blend of elegance and modernity, with marble floors gleaming under the natural light that poured in from the skylights above. Employees in sharp suits and pristine dresses moved about with an air of purpose.
Nathaniel, as usual, radiated authority. His calm demeanor and confident strides drew attention as soon as we entered.
“Good morning, Mr. James ,” several employees greeted him, nodding respectfully.
Nathaniel acknowledged them with a smile or a polite nod, his charm never wavering. But as we walked deeper into the building, I couldn’t help but notice the lack of attention directed toward me.
I wasn’t expec
