Chapter 2: Meet Cute?
Sarah
One year ago...
I walk straight into the lobby of Wilson Pharma, clutching the box containing Dad's favorite turkey club sandwich.
"Good afternoon, Miss Wilson," the receptionist chirps with practiced cheerfulness.
I offer a distracted smile. "Hi Donna. Is my father in his office?"
"He is. Shall I let him know you're here?"
"No need," I say, already moving towards the elevators. "I'll surprise him."
Donna nods and looks down at her papers. She knows better than to argue. I have the free reign of Dad's company. I am, after all, expected to take it over once my father passes.
But as soon as I reach Dad's office, I freeze in the doorway, my breath catching in my throat.
A man is standing by the window, his tall frame silhouetted against the city skyline. Even from behind, the breadth of his shoulders and the confident set of his stance make my pulse quicken.
Who is this man? I've never seen him before.