Riley's POV
By the second day, I realized working in a high-end corporation like Gray Enterprises wasn't just about doing your job, it was about surviving the politics too.
The moment I stepped into the office that morning, I felt the shift in the air.
The air was thicker, the stares lingered longer.
And the whispers?
They followed me like perfume.
"She is the new girl, right?"
"Bet you she is someone's side project."
My fingers curled tighter around the mug of coffee in my hand.
I did not react. Could not afford to. If I learned anything from my last job, it's that not all enemies wear suits, some smile and pretend to be colleagues.
Still, the tension clung to me like a second skin.
Later that morning, as I reviewed a second draft of the press brief, the sound of heels tapping
