Chapter One.Serena — first person.The elevator doors separated on the thirty-second floor,and for a minute she forgot how to breathe. Blackwood Holdings doesn't look like an office,it looks like something built to remind you exactly how small you are,glass walls stretching floor to ceiling,the city laid out below like it belongs to whoever sits at the top of the building. Her reflection followed her across the polished floor,blazer too stiff,heels too loud,badge clipped crooked to her collar. She fixed it twice before she the reception desk.“Serena Hart,” the receptionist said without looking up from her screen, “You're in Marketing Strategy,third door on the left,someone will be there to orient you.”She thanked the woman warmly,and she meant every word far more deeply than anyone could guess. Getting this job had not been easy,it had taken six exhausting months, countless applications,and four intense interview rounds with people whose names she had repeated so often that they f
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