
The elevator ride to the top floor is quiet. When the doors open, the hallway smells faintly of fresh coffee and printer ink. I step out, bag slung over my shoulder, and walk straight to the door that used to be Mrs. Sella's. Tomorrow it will be mine.
I pause just outside, hand hovering over the handle. The nameplate still reads "Ms. Sella – Executive Assistant." Tomorrow it will say "Ms. Alzanna Cornsweet – Personal Assistant to Mr. Tommy."

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