Stephanie’s POV
I woke up early for work, not wanting to rush on my first day.
I climbed the stone steps with quiet confidence, the click of my black pumps announcing my presence. My crisp white button-up shirt hugged my frame, tucked seamlessly into navy blue high-waisted trousers. The wide legs of my pants swayed with each movement, commanding attention without effort.
Around my neck, I wore a bold necklace with a gleaming accent, a statement of confidence. I paired it with a single bracelet on my wrist. I decided to wear my hair down today, letting my voluminous curls frame my face.
The receptionist sat in the lobby, but I didn’t need to ask any questions. I already had my ID for building entry and knew exactly where to go.
Once I got to my desk, I set down my personal items before
