Willow's POV
I stood outside the grand, imposing building where Brax's father conducted his business. The architectural lines cut through the air like the sharp edges of a well-honed blade. My heart raced, thumping against my ribcage with an urgency that made my hands tremble. The morning sun cast lengthy shadows, and I squinted up at the towering structure, my thoughts colliding like a whirlwind.
"You can do this, Willow," I whispered to myself, steeling my resolve. "This is the right thing to do."
Just as I gathered my courage, I stepped inside, the cold air conditioning hitting my face as I entered the opulent lobby. The marble floors gleamed under the lights, catching the reflection of opulence that seemed to scream power. My footsteps echoed through the empty space, finally bringin
