~Isabel~
The next morning, the executive floor of Sterling Global was already buzzing with people rushing here and there.
I got there twenty minutes early. My thrifted blazer was pressed smooth, my heels polished until they gleamed. But the second the elevator doors slid open, Sophia was waiting right there, a nasty little smirk on her face.
"Grab a notepad, Mayfield," she said, not even looking up from her screen.
"The board is holding an emergency briefing in the main conference room in exactly one hour. You’re in charge of setting the whole place up."
I stopped by her desk, keeping my voice steady.
"The main conference room? Doesn’t the admin team usually handle that?"
"An intern does whatever needs doing. You’re here to learn, and I’m your supervisor," Sophia hissed, finally lea
