Monday arrived faster than I expected.
My alarm blared at 6:30 a.m., yanking me from a fitful sleep. I groaned, face buried in the sheets, heart hammering already.
Today wasn't just any Monday—it was my first day at Ravenscroft Global, working alongside Victor and Elena. No pressure, right?
I swung my legs off the bed, trying to tame my messy hair, and muttered, "Okay, Lys, you can do this. You have to."
The shower offered a brief sanctuary. Hot water pounded my shoulders, as if trying to wash away the panic.
I hummed a tune—more nervous squeak than melody—while brushing my teeth with exaggerated care.
Lotion followed, slow strokes over arms and legs, trying to make my skin glow just enough to look professional, without seeming vain.
I pulled out the black two-piece suit Aaron had helped me pick.
It was weird how he knew exactly what looked good on me, he never seemed wrong. Sleek, sharp, professional.
