The days have flown by so quickly—Giselle has already been working at the company for over three weeks. Like every night, I wait for her in the underground garage after her shift to drive her home.
"How was your day?" I ask, taking her hand and helping her into the car.
"Really good. Pierre and I improved one of my old formulas—one I hadn’t touched in years. We might be ready to show you a first sample in a few days."
"That’s great. Pierre’s really impressed with you, by the way. Every time I talk to him, he keeps praising you. Says you’re the first person he’s ever worked so well with."
"It’s my first time working at a company, and honestly, I feel amazing."
"Then how did you work with Oliver?" I ask, genuinely curious.
"From home. Oliver would bring me chemical formulas from his la
