Monday mornings at StoneTech had their own rhythm—sharp, efficient, and relentless. The revolving glass doors spun nonstop as employees streamed in, coats still damp from the early drizzle outside.
Phones rang from open offices, heels tapped across marble floors, and the faint smell of strong coffee clung to the air.
Bella adjusted the strap of her bag higher on her shoulder as she stepped out of the elevator. Her fingers curled tightly around a cardboard tray balancing two steaming cups—one for herself, one for her boss.
Her heart thudded in a steady, nervous beat, though she wasn't sure why. It wasn't her first Monday here, not by a long shot. But something about the weight of this particular morning pressed harder against her chest.
Perhaps, it was because she was hoping he'd continue playing professional. She didn't know how unbearable it would be for her if he were to change back especially since she was yet to get a job offer.
