Stella
I might’ve been a bit overeager the next morning.
Olivia had told me to meet her in the office at 8AM so we could start working with her team on the Signature Scent marketing plan. Yet the sun was barely up when I arrived at the offices of Rothschild Investments. Since I was so early, I went a few doors down to a twenty-four-hour deli and figured I’d get a cup of coffee and a muffin. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who’d gotten a head start on today. The line was ten deep with suit-clad men and women, every one of them with their noses buried in their phones as they waited.
When I finally arrived at the register, a kid who looked like he should be getting ready for high school instead of working took my order.
“What can I get you?” As he spoke, he took out his phone and stared
