ILIANA'S POV
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I stare at my reflection in the glass door as I stand in front of the entrance to the lobby of my father's firm. 'Mckenly's' the word is written in white italics, and my hand run over the baby blue dress I wore. Dad always compliments me when I wear it. I push open the door and head inside, the lobby's doorman sits behind a small desk, greeting me with a smile. "Hudson," I beam as I pass him toward the elevator. "Looking swell ms. Mckenly," the old man smiles softly, it's warm, just like his eyes.
I reach for the lowest button that will take me to the top floor where my dad's office is, and scan the key card he had given me years ago for access. The elevator doors chime as they pull together slowly, and I ascend, my fingers drumming against the strap of my white purse th
