The Secretary’s Secret
The elevator surged upward through the sleek glass-and-steel skyscraper that mirrored the piercing blue of the San Francisco sky. Sophie Miller clutched her resume folder to her chest, mentally rehearsing her mother’s advice. At twenty-six, she had never been this nervous. This job changed everything.
“35th Floor. Sterling & Associates,” the automated voice announced. Sophie took a deep breath, smoothed her black skirt—the only formal clothing she owned—and walked toward the reception desk. Her heels clicked on the marble floor of the city’s most prestigious law firm. “Good morning, I’m Sophie Miller, Mr. Sterling’s new executive assistant,” she said with a confidence she didn’t feel.
An older woman peered over her glasses. “You’re just in time. Mr. Sterling detests tardiness. Carmen is waiting for you; she’ll explain your duties.” Sophie followed Carmen through corridors where lawyers in tailored suits spoke in hushed tones about million-dollar mergers. It was a world away from her own, where every month was a battle to pay for her mother’s medication.