Sam walked into the office, her heels clicking sharply on the polished marble floor. The air smelled faintly of expensive coffee and fresh flowers from the reception area. The office was just as structured and purposeful as Sam herself, all clean lines and beautiful efficiency. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the minimalist decor—a testament to everything she'd worked towards. She looked at her phone as she stepped into the elevator, scrolling through the notifications with cool indifference. A text from Kirk about lunch. A reminder from her grandmother. Updates from news articles talking about her and her company. She swiped them away, going back to the resume she had pulled up—her new personal assistant. Good college, good references, good work experience. Cute, if Sam let herself think that. Hopefully they would be better than the last assistant. The elevator opened with a soft ding, and the first test started now. Sam was always early to work, and she expected her assistant to be as well. This company was her everything, and she wasn't about to let anyone jeopardize the work she'd put into it. Good. They were there, even if they were already wasting time chatting with Yuki by the water cooler. The sound of conversation faded as everyone on the floor snapped to attention at her approach, quickly scurrying back to their various workstations. "Come on," Sam said with a dismissive gesture, her tone leaving no room for argument as she continued toward her office.