Chloe's car rolled smoothly to a stop in front of Stonetech Solutions, its glass towers gleaming under the morning sun like a monument of power. The wide building stretched high above the city, its surface of silver and black glass reflecting the busy streets below. It wasn't just an office — it was a statement.
Bella sat in the passenger seat, staring up at the skyscraper, her hands clasped so tightly in her lap that her knuckles turned white. She swallowed hard, her stomach twisting.
After her conversation with Chloe two days ago, she'd tried to find whatever she could on her supposed new boss, Mr. Stones but all she could get were pictures of the old man, whom she knew wasn't the boss.
Chloe had said the younger Mr. Stone had taken over after they took over the company from her former boss.
How possible was for someone to stay away from the Internet without even a single picture of them?
