Anastasia stood outside the tall glass building of Martinez Financial Group, her heart thudding against her chest.
Dressed in a pale blue blouse and tailored black pants, she looked every inch the part. Still, inside, her nerves buzzed.
"This is it, Aurora," she whispered to her baby, who was with Irene back home. "First day of something new."
Irene had agreed to stay with Anastasia, so as to help take care of Aurora until Anastasia gets a trustworthy maid.
As she entered, the receptionist looked up with a bright smile. "Good morning, ma'am. You must be Ms. Anastasia Stones."
"Yes," Anastasia replied softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
"Please head to the 9th floor. The team is waiting to welcome you."
Anastasia nodded, took the elevator, and soon found herself standing before a wide conference room filled with about eight people.
A woman with short brown hair and a confident stance stepped forward. "Welcome to the family! I'm Becca, your HR liaison."
