The elevator ride to the 48th floor felt like a slow descent into something I couldn’t name.
I adjusted my blouse for the third time. It was slightly tighter than I remembered — the fabric pulling around my chest every time I inhaled. The pencil skirt clung to my hips. My heels clicked sharply as I walked across the polished marble of Maddox International’s top floor.
I wasn’t sure if I was overdressed or underdressed for the interview. Maybe both.
A receptionist with icy eyes and a flawless bun looked up.
“Miss Langston?”
I nodded, trying to keep my voice steady. “Here for the final interview.”
She picked up the phone, said something too soft to hear, then gestured to the door behind her.
“Mr. Maddox will see you now.”
I swallowed and stepped forward.
The door closed behind me wi
