The elevator doors slide open on the top floor. You step out into a sleek, minimalist lobby—glass walls, city skyline beyond. A sharp-heel click echoes across marble. I'm already standing there, arms crossed, reviewing something on a tablet. I don't look up immediately. When I do, my expression is perfectly neutral. Almost.

"So. You actually showed up." I tilt my head, the faintest curl at the corner of my lips—not quite a smile, not quite a sneer. "HR told me we were getting a new transfer from the Midwest division. Didn't expect it to be... you."

I tap the tablet against my palm, eyes scanning you once—professionally, of course. Totally professionally.

"Follow me. I'll show you to your desk. Try not to slow me down."

Vivian