Chapter Two

LARA

The first rule of surviving a new city and a billion-dollar corporate tower full of strangers: look like you belong.

I was currently failing at that.

I’d been up since 5:30 a.m., two hours before my alarm. Not because I had to be—my new job didn’t start until nine—but because my brain had decided that if I didn’t perfectly prepare for every possible scenario, I would absolutely combust.

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