Aria's POV
One year later in New York City, I started my first day as a receptionist at Rothwell Industries.
I looked down at the small tag on my blazer that read Aria Voss.
After cutting ties with my father, I took my mother's last name.
The price was steep—the comfort and luxury I once had were gone.
So I came to Rothwell Industries, the wealthiest and most powerful company in the country.
I knew it was risky, especially after what had happened between me and the man who owned it, but I needed the job more than I needed my security.
Sienna, the other receptionist, turned out to be friendly and talkative.
She seemed genuinely eager to show me around.
"Remember to keep smiling no matter what," she whispered as a group of executives walked by. "Alpha wolves can
