The city morning was bright and full of sound. Cars moved through the streets, and people hurried along the sidewalks with purpose.
Inside one of the tall glass buildings, Anabelle stepped out of the elevator and walked down the long corridor, her heels soft against the floor. The air smelled faintly of polished wood and new paint.
She carried a small folder in her hand, but her steps were steady, her face calm. Everything about her showed quiet confidence. She had earned this moment.
When she reached the end of the hall, she stopped. Her name was written neatly on the silver plate beside the door — Anabelle Brown, Executive Director.
She stared at it for a second, her chest rising with a slow breath. It felt almost unreal to see her name there. She touched the plate lightly, feeling
