Elisa adjusted her hair in the mirror one last time, taking a deep breath as she prepared for her first day at Smith Corporation.
The anticipation buzzing in her chest was mixed with anxiety, she had left behind a whirlwind of drama and discontent in her previous life as Miguel Reynolds' wife.
The knock at the door broke her thoughts. It was butler Tom
"Miss, the driver is waiting for you outside," he announced, straightening his waistcoat with a practiced ease.
Elisa bit her lip, glancing at the luxurious black Rolls-Royce parked outside. It felt ostentatious to arrive at work in such style. "No thanks, I'll drive to work."
Butler Tom hesitated only a beat before producing a set of keys, his demeanor slightly changing.
"The chairman specially selected the latest model of cars; it's in your garage. If it doesn't fit your taste, he will arrange for new ones."
