Aria's POV
I stood at the base of the Hemsworth Group headquarters, staring up at the skyscraper that towered so impossibly high it made me feel small. The glass and steel stretched into the sky like a giant ready to swallow me whole.
The sun beat down mercilessly on my cheeks. It was too bright, causing my wolf to bristle under it's harsh light.
I lowered my head, letting my hair fall forward to shield my eyes as I walked in through the entrance. My senses sharpened instinctively, catching the footsteps and whispers, but none of it grounded me.
My steps carried me to the reception desk.
The receptionist's eyes widened the moment she saw me. I was wearing my mask, the phantom style mask that covered the part of my face with the scar. There were no questions from her, no screening.
