Jane pressed her palm to the glass door and stepped into the lobby as if it were a stage. The marble floors shone like a frozen lake; the receptionist’s smile looked laminated. She had practiced her own smile all morning while the subway rocked her from one advertisement to the next. Welcome to the rest of your life , a poster had promised above a photo of a woman holding a briefcase like a trophy. Jane had laughed at the coincidence, then felt guilty for laughing. She wanted her life to start well. Two weeks earlier, a congratulatory email had arrived from Halberd & Moss, a multinational with a sharp logo and a reputation, according to every blog she scoured, for “scale and opportunity.” Her parents had taken her to dinner at a place with cloth napkins. Her mother had cupped her face and said, “I’m so proud of you.” Her father, trying for casual, said, “You’re going to do big things, kiddo.” Jane soaked it in; it felt like warm light. On her first day, a man with a strong han...
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