I picked up the pace, matching her stride as we navigated through the lobby, making a beeline for the elevators. The thought of Mr. Fletcher, whom I'd only heard about in passing, made me a bit anxious. I didn't want to start my first meeting with a bad impression.
We reached the elevator just as the doors were about to close, squeezing in with a few other employees who were also cutting it close. Mia was already pulling out her phone, checking the time and typing furiously, no doubt confirming last-minute details for the meeting.
I took a deep breath, straightening my posture. "Any last-minute advice?"
Mia glanced at me, her expression softening slightly as she saw the mixture of nerves and excitement on my face. "Just be yourself. But be sharp. Mr. Fletcher doesn't miss a thing."
