Lilian's entire body ached as she stepped out of the cab that evening.
Her feet throbbed in the heels she'd been wearing all day. Her mind buzzed with information overload from the endless introductions to departments, protocols, and people whose names she'd already forgotten.
The PR department, the marketing team down to the legal division and the finance office... everyone had smiled politely, shaken her hand, and watched her with curious eyes.
"The new girl. The one Ms. Drayke personally hired."
Lilian had felt their stares all day, weighing her, judging her, wondering what made her special.
If only they knew.
She walked up the pathway to her house, already thinking about collapsing onto her bed and sleeping until morning.
But then she stopped.
"What's that?"
There was something in her driveway.
A small food truck, gleaming white with elegant gold lettering on the side, sat parked right in front of her house like it belonged there.
