Ignite me (A collection of Short Stories)
~Isabella~
I get out of the elevator on the 45th floor of WhitFord Enterprises. The floors are smooth stones that make a clicking sound under my high shoes, and the walls are see through glass that let me see the city. My bag weighs on my shoulder with my notebooks and laptop inside, as if that's enough armor for this internship.
I'm Isabella Bridge, 22, fresh out of business school, and I got this gig after nailing the interview. But my gut twists right now. What if I mess up? What if they see through my act?