The Blake Conglomerate towered over the city like a glass monument carved out of ambition, cold, mirrored, magnificent. It breathed power from its polished floors and marble pillars, and every employee who stepped through its revolving doors walked with a spine straightened by reverence… or fear.
To Amelia Blake, however, the building felt like an enemy.
For over a week now, she had sat at the far corner of the executive assistants' bullpen, an island of expensive perfume, too-high heels, and restless anxiety, doing nothing but the jobs no one else wanted.
Coffee. Printing. Fetching envelopes. Sorting pointless files. Delivering messages anyone could have sent by email.
This was not the life she imagined when her grandfather proudly announced she would be "working beside Adrian."
Beside the heir.
Beside the future chairman of Blake conglomerate.
Beside the step siblings she despised yet envied.
