Elodie's POV~
Sherry was beautiful, effortlessly so. The kind of girl whose perfume lingered in the air long after she passed, whose smile looked trained, practiced, but disarming all the same. She was wearing head-to-toe designer, a cream silk blouse tucked neatly into a pencil skirt, her heels clicking confidently across the marble floors of Bellini Holdings.
When she approached my desk, her hand was already outstretched, her tone bright and friendly. "Hi, you must be Elodie! I'm Sherry. It's such an honor to work with you, please guide me well in the next few days."
Her voice was bright, practiced, too eager. I stood, returning her handshake, polite but detached. "You're too polite," I murmured, forcing a smile. "Welcome to the team."
She nodded quickly, her eyes sweeping over me li
