Amelia POV
The nameplate gleams under fluorescent lights.
Amelia Hart - Senior Strategic Analyst
I run my fingers over the engraved letters. Professional. Official. Everything I should have been studying for instead of playing perfect wife.
"Ms. Hart?" A young woman with auburn hair appears in the doorway. "I'm Isabelle Crest. Your new assistant."
"Right." I gesture to the empty office. "Sorry, I'm still getting settled."
"No problem." Isabelle sets down a box of supplies. "I organized your calendar. Board meeting Wednesday. Quarterly review Friday.”
The office is smaller than I expected. But it has a window. Real sunlight. A view of the city that doesn't include Sterling Tower's top floor where Daniel works.
Fourtieth floor. I'm on the thirty-eight floor. Close enough to collabor
