Some days had passed since Elena decided she would return to Cross International.
She had spent most of those days at home, trying to convince herself that walking back into the building would be easier than it actually felt.
Maya had asked her more than once if she was sure.
Every time, Elena gave the same answer.
I need the job.
But needing something and being ready for it were two different things.
That morning, Elena sat at the dining table with her laptop open in front of her.
She scrolled through another job posting.
Executive Assistant — Position Filled.
She moved to the next one.
Application Unsuccessful.
Another.
We regret to inform you that your application was not successful.
Elena sighed and leaned back in her chair.
She had lost count of how many applications she
