Meliza's POV
The air shifted when I stepped into the company's grand lobby. The place exuded power and sophistication—from the polished marble floors reflecting the soft glow of the overhead lights to the sleek, modern décor that screamed nothing but professionalism. Employees strode purposefully through the space, dressed sharply, their faces composed with an air of importance.
I took a steadying breath, reminding myself that I belonged here too.
I was directed to the Human Resources office after approaching the reception desk and giving my name. A few moments later, the HR Manager, a woman in her mid-40s with sharp eyes and an approachable demeanor, greeted me warmly.
"Welcome, Ms. Lizondra. I never expected you to be an early bird," she said with a smile, motioning for me to take a seat.
I returned her smile politely. "Good morning, Ma'am. I hate being late, especially on my first day."