Kayla's POV
The next day at work
The smooth Heavy doors of the main executive elevator slid open, and I stepped out onto the top floor of Throne Corporation.
My heart was already pounding a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my expression into a mask of polite, calm composure. Just keep your head down, I repeated in my mind. You are an invisible trainee. You collect your paycheck, you buy baby clothes, and you stay out of sight.
I smoothed down the front of my light red Jacket..a loose, structured fit that easily disguised the slight softness of my lower stomach. Walking toward the marble front desk, I greeted the head receptionist, a sharp woman in her late thirties named Clara.
"Good morning, Clara," I said, offering a warm smile as I set my belongings down. "Ready
