Naya stepped through the glass doors of DanCo Collection Agency, the hum of office life greeting her like a wave. The scent of brewed coffee mingled with the faint buzz of keyboards and quiet conversations. It was a world away from the quiet chaos of her apartment.
Her heart fluttered—part nerves, part excitement. This was what she'd been chasing. A fresh start. A chance to prove she belonged here.
She clutched her tote a little tighter and approached the reception desk.
"Good morning," she said, voice steady but soft.
The receptionist smiled warmly. "You must be Naya. Welcome to DanCo. Your office is on the third floor, Room 312. Here's your ID badge and the building Wi-Fi password."
Naya nodded, thankful, and headed for the elevator.
The elevator ride was quiet, her reflection in the mirrored doors showing eyes that were a little wide, but determined.
When the doors opened, she walked down the corridor lined with glass-walled offices and busy coworkers.
She found Room 312, a modest but tidy space with a large window overlooking the city streets below.
Inside, a few colleagues glanced up and smiled as she settled into her new desk.
Her computer hummed to life, and Naya
took a deep breath.