Tracy's POV
Even though this was a new job, it was not my first taste of company life. I had spent years working with my adopted father, building his business, managing things others twice my age fumbled through. In truth, I knew my way around an office— I knew how to file, how to schedule, how to balance numbers, how to solve problems when no one else could.
What made my stomach twist on these mornings was not the work itself— it was everything around it. A new environment. New faces. A past that weighed too heavily on my shoulders.
I was not afraid of the tasks. I was afraid of being seen too closely.
Nathan, my boss, noticed quickly that I did not need hand-holding. The first time he gave me a stack of reports to organize, I had them sorted and summarized before his next meeting ended. When he came out, he raised a brow at the neat folder on his desk.
"You are fast." he said.
I smiled faintly. "I have done this before."
