The towering glass building of Zender Corp gleamed under the afternoon sun, its sharp architecture reflecting prestige, power — and today, the quiet tremble of fate.
Inside the lobby, a woman sat patiently in the waiting area, her hands clasped tightly over her file. Her cotton dress was neat, her hair pinned back simply, but exhaustion was evident in the shadows beneath her eyes. She glanced around the pristine interiors with a flicker of familiarity. This wasn’t her first time here — years ago, she had walked these same floors as an employee. But time had passed, circumstances had changed, and now she was here again… not with pride, but with purpose. Melissa’s mother was desperate for work — and more than that, she needed money. With old contacts still scattered through Zender’s departm
