CHAPTER 17 A WOMAN ON MISSION

As the morning rush hour peaked, the city pulsed with energy, its heartbeat quickening as the sounds of commerce filled the air. The hum of traffic was a constant backdrop to the bustling rhythm of the city. Amidst the chaos of the morning rush hour, one building stood out from the rest. Its glass facade reflected the early morning sun, the company’s name emblazoned across its front in bold, shiny letters. The bustling atrium of the building was a sight to behold. People streamed through its revolving doors, rushing to their offices, their briefcases and coffee cups in hand. The hustle and bustle of the city was amplified within the building, the sounds of keyboards and telephones ringing echoing through the halls. The elevator doors opened on the 25th floor, revealing a bustling office space. Desks were arranged in a precise formation, the organized chaos of the workday already in full swing. In one corner of the room, a young intern named Abby sat at her desk, her fingers flying