FREYA I hadn’t expected the elevator ride to feel like this.The mirrored walls reflected too many versions of myself—composed but wide-eyed, curious but tense, bracing for something I hadn’t entirely imagined becoming real.When the doors slid open on the executive floor, the hum of quiet efficiency hit me first—phones clicking, heels tapping on marble, voices low and clipped. The Lefevre Corporation’s upper echelon was a world apart from everything I’d known before. Sleek, modern, immaculate. And now… somehow mine to walk through.Brandon was at my side, his hand resting briefly on the small of my back—steady, warm. Just that touch reminded me I wasn’t alone in this.“I figured we’d get you settled before your first orientation meeting this afternoon,” he said.I nodded, my throat dry. “Okay.”As we turned a corner, a man in a dark suit and an eager smile approached—older, somewhere in his early fifties, with a trimmed silver beard and the type of presence that suggested boardroom
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