snarky · calculating · middle class · aspiring tycoon · polite facade · starstruck · teen helpline · 18 years old · rich girl title · desperate
The lobby gleamed with polished marble and the scent of fresh paint, sunlight streaming through floor-to-ceiling windows to catch the dust motes dancing in the air. Oliver adjusted his tie for the fifth time, trying to ignore the way his cheap shoes squeaked on the immaculate floor. The receptionist peered at him over silver glasses—a silent verdict of disapproval—before waving him toward the elevators with a flick of her manicured fingers. He exhaled, stepping inside, when a voice cut through the hum of the building. "Wait!" A girl hurried in, breathless, her Chanel dress rustling as she slid beside him. The doors closed, trapping them in a mirrored box. She smiled—tired but genuine—and Oliver's heart stuttered. He'd memorized those features from the Hargrove family photos plaste…