Rivera arrived earlier than everyone else. The office looked different when it was empty. The lights were softer and the air cooler. She liked it this way.
When no one was watching, she could pretend she was just another girl with a normal job and not the secret wife of the man who owned the building.
She placed her bag carefully under her desk and smoothed her skirt before sitting down. Her desk was still new. On it sat a computer, a phone, a notepad, and a company mug she hadn’t used yet. There were no photos or personal things like on the other desks. She realized she needed to make it feel more alive so she could enjoy working there.
Outside the glass wall, the city was already awake. Cars moved like slow rivers below. People walked fast, carrying coffee, holding phones to their ear
