Sara Michaels
The building looked different in daylight, somehow less intimidating this time. Not that I had gotten used to it.
It made my palms sweaty and my tummy time in knots...All because of one person. Kingsley.
There was a medium sized , modern glass decor and steel, tucked between taller towers. I parked across the street, took a deep breath, and checked my reflection in the rearview mirror one last time.
I wore a pink top still neat and jeans still hugging in all the right places. My hair loose but tamed. I decided against makeup except the bare minimum, it was enough to hide the shadows under my eyes. I looked like someone who belonged here.
Someone who was building a future.
I stepped out, bag slung over my shoulder, and walked inside.
The lobby was quiet, clean, smellin
