Grace
"Nothing will happen. Everything is going to be fine. I look completely different. He’s not going to recognize me. It’s not like I’ll see him. I’m just handing a file to his secretary and walking away."
I paced inside the elevator, trying to shake off the nerves twisting in my stomach. When the doors slid open, I immediately felt just how different the world of the wealthy was from mine.
Wow.
The first floor was a whole new universe.
While the second-floor PR department was chaotic, this floor screamed luxury. From the lighting to the impossibly expensive furniture, everything exuded perfection.
I stepped out cautiously, eyes scanning the hallway.
No one was here.
Adjusting the file in my hands, I walked toward the secretary’s desk, determined to drop it off and vanish before my luck imploded again. But when I got there, the desk was empty, with no one in sight.
I peered around the corner looking for the secretary, but nothing. The plush leather chair was empty. There
