Novels by psyche

Cassandra’s POVAwe… why is it so cold here? “Is this your first time?” Nathaniel asked as he kept on reading his newspaper without giving a single glance at me. He is not bothered by how intense the cold wind is or how I am constantly blowing air from my mouth to keep my hands warm. I guess he is used to traveling to the point that airports don’t give him a sore body. I refused to answer him. Packing the things he shopped for me was a problem in the first place and now, he asked me to come as early as I could so we could waste our time together. Oh hell no.“Have you booked our room now?” He asked. “Yes.” I could not even lengthen the conversation because if I talked again, I would freeze to death.When the plane ticket we got was finally called, I got up and dragged the things he asked me to bring. The suitcase was heavy since all my things were inside. In addition, I carried so much paperwork that it was undoubtedly hard to move. “Hurry up or the plane will fly without us.” He

Cassandra’s POV"Cassandra!"Startled, I jolted awake to find a woman standing beside me, her expression a mix of concern and disapproval. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her sharp eyes bore into mine with unwavering intensity.I found myself seated and leaning on my desk, poring over a stack of reports. The soft hum of the office around me was strangely soothing, lulling me into a false sense of security."You can't sleep here," she said firmly, her tone leaving no room for argument."I-I'm sorry," I stammered, shaken from being abruptly awakened. "I didn't mean to..."The woman sighed, her demeanor softening slightly. "I understand it's tough, but sleeping on the job is strictly forbidden here at Sinclair Co. My name is Kate, by the way. I'm in charge of administrative oversight."I nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment heat my cheeks. "I'm sorry, Kate. It won't happen again."She studied me for a moment before speaking again, her voice lowering to a confide

Cassandra’s POVThe next morning, I dragged myself out of bed well before sunrise, my body protesting every movement. The clock on my nightstand mocked me with its glowing digits—5:00 a.m. I had barely slept, my mind still buzzing with the events of the previous day.Despite my exhaustion, I forced myself into the shower and dressed in record time. By 5:45 a.m., I was standing outside Sinclair Co.'s building, clutching a steaming cup of coffee for myself this time. I just wish I would not spill the coffee on strangers again.The city was just beginning to wake up, the streets still quiet compared to the chaos that would soon ensue.I took a deep breath and stepped inside, the familiar rush of adrenaline pushing me forward. As I rode the elevator to the 180th floor, I mentally prepared myself for whatever Nathaniel had in store for me that day. The doors opened with a soft ding, and I walked down the familiar corridor to his office.Nathaniel was already there, seated behind his desk,

Cassandra’s POVTaking a deep breath, I smoothed down my only professional outfit, a modest black dress that had seen better days, and stepped inside. The lobby was bustling with activity, and employees were moving with purpose. I approached the receptionist, a poised woman who looked at me with mild curiosity."I'm here to see Mr. Sinclair," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "He asked me to come in for a job interview."She raised an eyebrow but nodded, checking her computer. "Your name, please?""Cassandra Reed.""Ah, yes," she said, her tone shifting to one of respect. "Mr. Sinclair is expecting you. Take the elevator to the top floor."I thanked her and made my way to the elevators, feeling the weighted moments. As the elevator ascended, I took a few deep breaths, reminding myself to stay calm and composed.When the doors opened, I stepped into a spacious, elegantly decorated office. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a breathtaking view of the city. A sleek desk sat in the ce

Cassandra Reed’s POV“You cannot apply for a loan, Miss Cassandra.” The tenant in the money lending agency said. He seemed frustrated with my case and the way he said those words was filled with irritation. “What? Why can’t I?” I asked, for the tenth time on this day. “You see, we cannot lend any money to anyone. You must have a high-paying job running for at least three months.” He explained further. It just made me feel more stressed out. “Otherwise, we know you might be able to pay us.”“I am about to lose my apartment,” I whispered. I cannot believe that they refuse to help a woman in distress right now. Isn’t the purpose of money lending to help people in need of finances? So why are they rejecting my plea? “I am sorry, ma’am. You may come back once you find a job. That way, we can help you and discuss what you should do.” He said. It is just utterly unbelievable how he never even considered it. “Are you seriously rejecting me now, are you?” I sighed. I can’t even use my face