Anna
As I walked toward the building’s reception, it felt like I had stepped into an entirely different world.
The glass doors slid open silently, and a rush of cool, conditioned air brushed against my skin, carrying with it the faint scent of polished wood and expensive perfume. Inside, everything moved fast. People in sharp suits strode past with purpose, phones pressed to their ears, voices low but urgent. The soft clicking of heels against marble floors echoed rhythmically, blending with the constant murmur of conversations, keyboards, and ringing lines.
For a moment, I just stood there.
It reminded me of those films set in financial districts, where everyone seemed to exist in a constant state of urgency, chasing something invisible yet incredibly important. Everyone looked like t
