Stranger's POV
I step in through the company doors like I belong here.
I stand there for a while, taking in the view. The lobby smells like citrus and ambition. It's a fine establishment, with sleek Mable floors, spiral stairs, and air conditioning on full blast, hitting against my skin. And the people around here move like they've got an important place to be every damn time.
No wonder Camila was so desperate to work here-power, class, and a little freedom.
My eyes sweep across the reception. I can see that lady, Sophie from here, multitasking like her life depends on it. Busy with a stack of paperwork in one hand and her other hand holding up a burger. She looks so focused, until she sees me, her entire posture changes. She lights up immediately when she sees me, straightens, and w
