Aria’s POVThe building stood on Fifth Avenue, thirty stories of gleaming steel and glass with the words “MYLES INDUSTRIES” etched in platinum letters across the entrance.I stood across the street, staring at it like a stranger.Three years. It had been three years since I’d walked through those doors.My phone buzzed. A text from my father’s old assistant, Margaret: “We’re ready for you, Ms Myles. Whenever you’re ready.”I took a breath and crossed the street.The moment I stepped into the lobby, heads turned. The security guard at the desk straightened immediately, recognition dawning on his face.“Ms Myles!” He stood so fast his chair rolled backwards. “Welcome back. We…we didn’t know you were coming today.”“Last-minute decision, Robert.” I smiled at him, remembering his name from years ago. “Is Margaret upstairs?”“Yes, ma’am. Fifteenth floor. Should I call ahead?”“No need. I’ll surprise her.”I walked to the private elevator…the one that went directly to the executive floors
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