Flora's POV
I follow the suited man through the long, quiet corridor. The farther we walk, the colder the air feels, or maybe it’s just my nerves. When we finally stop in front of a large, mahogany door, he turns to me with an unreadable expression.
"You’re the only one the boss wants to see," he says, his voice low and firm.
My throat suddenly feels dry. "Okay."
He nods and steps aside, pressing a button on the panel beside the door. It clicks open.
I hesitate for a second before stepping in, my palms already sweaty. The room is dimly lit, the soft glow of a desk lamp casting shadows against the walls. The scent of expensive cologne lingers in the air.
Behind the massive oak desk sits Mr. Rivera, the man who just gave me a job.
"Ms. Flora," he greets, his deep voice smooth yet com
