For two years, Maya Santos had worked in the basement.
She sorted envelopes.
Delivered packages.
Pushed a squeaky mail cart through endless fluorescent hallways while executives walked past without ever learning her name.
Being invisible had become part of her routine.
So when a cream-colored envelope sealed with gold wax appeared in her employee mailbox, she assumed it had been delivered by mistake.
It was an invitation to the CEO's annual holiday gala.
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