From Trash to Titan
her voice came through the small speaker, crisp, clear, and immediate.
A moment later, the heavy office door clicked open.
Hazel walked in, holding a slim leather folder pressed against her side. She had her usual professional composure locked down, moving with an easy, quiet confidence. She was dressed in a sharp, tailored black blazer over a cream-colored silk blouse, paired with a matching pencil skirt that struck the perfect balance between high corporate elegance and practical workwear.
As she walked toward him, Maxwell could not help but notice that his assistant was really beautiful.