Tracy's POV
The morning of my first day at Cole Enterprises, I could barely breathe. I woke up before the alarm rang, my heart already racing in my chest like it was warning me of some great battle ahead. My palms were damp as I ironed my dress for the third time, even though it did not have a single wrinkle left. Every little thing suddenly felt too important— the way my hair was pinned, the shoes I picked, even the bag I carried.
Mrs. Callahan noticed, of course. She always noticed.
"You will do just fine, Tracy." she said, standing by the kitchen counter as I nervously sipped at a cup of tea I could barely taste. "Just remember— it's work, not war."
I gave her a weak smile, though my stomach told me otherwise.
