Ella’s POV
The car ride was quiet. I tried to keep my breathing steady, hands folded in my lap, eyes fixed on the streets passing by. I reminded myself over and over to look calm. Don’t let anyone see the panic sitting behind your ribs.
IronGate Logistics wasn’t far, maybe twenty minutes from the apartment. The building was tall and glass-fronted, standing out against the older structures around it. The company name was engraved on a metal plate near the entrance, IronGate Logistics, and beneath it, a smaller line read, International Freight & Transport Solutions.
Hans stopped in front of the doors and turned to me. “You will be fine,” he said. “Everyone here is professional. They will treat you well. Just remember, you’re my assistant, not a guest. You belong here.”
I nodded again. “I
