THE FIRST STEP INSIDE

As the car pulled into the sleek, modern parking lot of Freen's company, Becky looked out the window, her nerves twisting tighter with every second. The building loomed ahead tall, elegant, and gleaming in the sunlight. It looked powerful intimidating. Her hands, now resting in her lap, were fidgeting nervously, fingers tangling and untangling themselves in an anxious rhythm.