Lena’s POV
The elevator dings as I step out into the underground garage, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead and casting everything in a sickly yellow glow. My feet ache inside these stupid new heels—cheap ones I bought to look professional, but they pinch like hell—and my head throbs from the whirlwind of my first official day at Lancaster Industries.
Exhausted doesn’t even cover it. I’m bone-tired and soul-weary, the kind of drained where even blinking feels like a chore. This was supposed to be my big break, my fresh start after Wes shattered everything. Nail the job, prove I’m more than the girl who dressed up in anime cosplay only to find her boyfriend balls-deep in another woman. But no. The day was nothing like I imagined.
It started okay—nervous but hopeful. I got to my des
