AMBER HART POVThe dress Kalix’s team selected for the dinner meeting was a simple, midnight-blue silk slip dress that fell just below my knees. It didn’t have any sequins, lace, or loud patterns, but the way the fabric draped made it look effortlessly expensive.I stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down the front of the skirt. My reflection still felt like a stranger. A week ago, I was wearing a stained apron, rushing between tables at a crowded diner, smelling like grease and old coffee. Now, I smelled like jasmine and wealth.The transition was dizzying. One part of me was terrified that someone would see right through the expensive clothes and look at my worn-out sneakers resting in the closet. But another part of me, the part that survived Mark’s betrayal and a zero-dollar bank account, reminded me that this was just another shift. I just had to play a role, keep my head down, and finish the job.A knock on the door broke my focus."Come in," I said, turning around.Kalix wa
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