Ariana pov ~The high-pitched hum of the espresso machine felt like a drill against my temples. It was my very first day at Northlight Publishing, and my nerves were so frayed that my hands wouldn't stop micro-trembling. I stood in the executive pantry, carefully placing a bone-china cup of double-shot espresso onto a silver tray alongside Leo Sterling’s morning briefing folder. "Deep breaths, Ariana," I whispered to myself, smoothing down my pencil skirt. "You survived two years in a lion's den. You can handle serving coffee to an editor-in-chief."I picked up the tray, held my posture straight, and navigated through the bustling glass-walled corridor. Editors were shouting across desks, manuscript pages were flying, and phone lines were ringing off the hook. It was a chaotic world, but it was *alive*, and for a second, a smile touched my lips. I knocked twice on the heavy frosted glass door of the corner office. "In," came Leo’s crisp, booming voice. I pushed the door open with
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