Bella POV
The International Business Summit was being held at the at a grand Hotel, a gleaming palace of marble and glass where I'd once cleaned toilets during my desperate days at the shelter. The irony wasn't lost on me as my driver pulled up to the VIP entrance and hotel staff rushed to open my door.
"Welcome to our hotel, Ms. Hart," the concierge said with a practiced smile. "We're honored to host Hart Worldwide's CEO."
I stepped out in a tailored emerald suit, my heels clicking against marble floors I'd once scrubbed on my hands and knees. A few staff members glanced at me, and I wondered if any of them remembered the pregnant cleaning girl who'd worked the night shift years ago.
Probably not. That girl had been invisible, designed to be overlooked and forgotten but I wasn't invis
