New York Ambitions

POV: Cassia

Stepping out of the driver’s seat, I paused in the sprawling parking lot and looked up. The towering glass structure of the MoonBelle headquarters gleamed under the morning sun. The sleek, modern design was a physical manifestation of my sweat and tears. Pride swelled in my chest, warm and solid. I had survived my brutal past and built a thriving empire from the ashes of my rejection.