In the lobby of Elena Graciela Corp's headquarters in New York, Damian stood awkwardly near the reception desk, wearing a simple shirt and slacks, his face nervous. Next to him, Tamara—dressed in a stylish blazer and high heels—glanced at her watch while occasionally looking at Damian.

“Relax, Damian,” Tamara finally said. “You look like you’re about to take a national exam.”

Damian took a deep breath. “Tamara, this is my first time working like this. Back then, I used to have the top glass-walled office, but now… Well, here I am.”

Tamara gave a small smile. “That’s the challenge. If you can work from the bottom and still stick it...