Anna left the house the moment Daniel's car disappeared down the driveway. Only when it was safely out of sight did she release a shaky breath and hail a cab.
Her destination—Mr. Wilsmith's office.
The thought alone made her heart pound. She was looking forward to the meeting, yes, but nerves gnawed at her insides. For someone as reputed and seasoned as Wilsmith to notice her—an absolute nobody—it felt unreal.
Why me?
Her past taunted her with answers she didn't want. She remembered the quiet corners of her school days, how she had been terrible at socializing, how she barely had friends to confide in. Then, like a cruel whisper, the memory of being ridiculed for her weight slipped in. The laughter. The mockery. The pity.
Anna's jaw tightened, her expression hardening. Not this time.
Shoving the heaviness aside, she lifted her chin and stared out the cab window until the tall glass building finally came into view.
