Sara groggily opened one eye to find her alarm clock blaring loudly on her nightstand. She let out a groan and rolled over, pulling the covers over her head.
"Maddy, turn it off!" She mumbled, her voice muffled by the blankets.
Madison stomped into Sara's room, looking frazzled. "Come on, Sara! You're going to be late!" she exclaimed, snatching up the alarm clock and silencing it.
Sara sat up slowly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "Five more minutes," she begged.
Madison threw up her hands in exasperation. "You don't have five more minutes! You have an interview in an hour, and you still need to shower and get dressed!"
Sara yawned and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I'll be fine," she said, but Madison was having none of it.
"No, you won't be fine!" Madison said, grabbing Sara's arm and pulling her out of bed. "You're going to be late, and you're going to blow it! Now come on, let's get moving!"
Maddy dragged Sara into the bathroom, her eyes flashing with annoyance. "You're going to be late, Sara! You need to wake up!"
Sara stumbled along, her eyes half-closed. "Just five more minutes..." she mumbled.
Maddy had had enough. She pushed Sara into the shower stall and turned the faucet to cold. The sudden rush of icy water hit Sara like a slap in the face.
Sara's eyes jerked open as the cold water cascaded down on her. She gasped, her breath catching in her throat. "Ahh! Maddy!" she exclaimed, her voice shrill with shock.
Maddy stood outside the shower, a satisfied smirk on her face. "That should wake you up," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
Sara stood under the cold water, her eyes wide with shock. She was fully awake now, and she glared at Maddy through the clear shower door. "You're going to pay for this," she muttered, her teeth chattering with cold.
Maddy walked towards the door, a smug smile still plastered on her face. "We'll see about that," she said, referring to Sara's threat of revenge. "But for now, get ready! Breakfast is on the table. I'm leaving; I don't want to be late. Mr. Reed won't like it."
She glanced at Sara, who was still shivering under the cold water. "Good luck with your interview, by the way. I'll see you tonight. Bye!"
With that, Maddy closed the door behind her, leaving Sara to her morning routine.
Sara rolled her eyes, still feeling a bit dazed from the sudden cold shower. "Thanks for the wake-up call, Maddy," she muttered to herself, shaking her head.
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Sara stepped out of her apartment, feeling a bit more awake and alert after her cold shower. She was dressed in a crisp white blouse and a tailored black skirt, her hair pulled back into a neat ponytail. She had grabbed a piece of toast on her way out the door and was now munching on it as she walked.
She had her profile clutched in one hand, the papers rustling slightly in the morning breeze. Her coat was slung over her arm, ready to be slipped on when she boarded the bus.
As she walked, Sara took a bite of her toast, the crunch of the crust and the softness of the bread providing a satisfying contrast. She chewed slowly, her eyes scanning the street ahead of her as she made her way to the bus stop.
Sara had a big interview at NovaTech Inc., a leading technology firm, for the position of Senior Business Analyst. She had graduated at the top of her class from the University of Tehran with a degree in Business Administration and had high expectations for her career.
Born and raised in Tehran, Sara had always been driven to succeed. Her parents, though loving and supportive, were not wealthy, and Sara had worked hard to secure scholarships and part-time jobs to fund her education. After completing her degree, she had decided to take a chance and move to America, hoping to find better job opportunities and a brighter future.
Sara's last job had been at a prestigious financial firm, where she had been earning a good salary, but the workload had been overwhelming, and the CEO had made her feel uncomfortable with his constant attention. Despite her best efforts, she had found it difficult to cope with the stress and had eventually decided to quit.
That had been three months ago, and since then, Sara had been searching for a new job, but it hadn't been easy. Her old boss, Mr. Franklin Jenkins, had been reluctant to give her a good reference, despite her excellent performance, and this had made it harder for her to land interviews.
But Sara was determined and persistent, and she had finally managed to secure an interview at NovaTech Inc. She was excited about the opportunity and was confident that her skills and experience made her a strong candidate for the position.
Sara's eyes scanned the bus as she rode to her interview, her mind racing with thoughts of her desperate need for a job. It had been three long months since she'd quit her last position, and her savings were dwindling rapidly. She'd applied to countless jobs, but so far, nothing had panned out.
As she gazed out the window, Sara felt a sense of anxiety wash over her. She couldn't afford to be picky, not now. She needed a job, any job, to pay her bills and keep a roof over her head. The thought of having to move back in with her parents in Tehran was unbearable. She'd come to America to build a better life for herself, not to fail.
Sara's hands clenched into fists as she thought about her old boss, Mr. Jenkins, and how he'd refused to give her a good reference. It was unfair, and it had made her job search so much harder. But she couldn't let that hold her back. She had to keep pushing forward, no matter what.
The bus pulled up to Sara's stop, and she stood up, smoothing out her skirt and taking a deep breath. It was time to put on a confident face and nail this interview. She had to get this job. Her future depended on it.
Sara stood nervously outside the sleek glass façade of NovaTech's headquarters, her eyes fixed on the large digital clock above the entrance. She was running perilously late, thanks to the unreliable bus that had dropped her off several blocks away with barely enough time to sprint to her destination.As she checked her watch for what felt like the hundredth time, Sara's anxiety spiked. She had been preparing for this interview for weeks, researching the company and practicing her responses to every possible question. But now, as she stood outside the building, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was about to blow it.With a deep breath, Sara pushed open the door and stepped into the gleaming lobby, her heels clicking on the polished marble floor. She made her way to the reception desk, where a friendly-looking woman with a warm smile greeted her."Hi there, can I help you?" the receptionist asked, eyeing Sara's flustered expression.Sara took another deep breath and composed hers
Nova's eyes sparkled with curiosity as she leaned forward, her voice taking on a gentle, probing tone. "Sara, can you tell me why you left Franklin's company? You were one of our top performers, and we were sad to see you go."Sara's gaze flickered to Franklin, who was watching her with an amused smirk on his face. She felt a surge of discomfort as she realized he was enjoying her discomfort. Nova's question hung in the air, waiting for an answer, but Sara's mind was frozen.Just as she was about to speak, Sara felt a sudden, jolting sensation. Franklin's hand had slipped under the table, his fingers wrapping around her thigh. Sara's eyes widened in shock as she felt his hand caressing her skin, his touch sending shivers down her spine.But it wasn't a gentle touch. Franklin's fingers dug deep into her thigh, his grip tightening like a vice. Sara flinched, her body jerking away from the painful pressure. She felt a wave of panic wash over her, her heart racing with fear.Franklin's sm
Christopher walked into his cabin, expecting to see his assistant, Suzy, sitting at her desk, ready to tackle the day's tasks. But as he scanned the room, his eyes fell on an empty chair, and a sense of unease crept over him."Where is Suzy?" he muttered to himself, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Suzy's number. She picked up on the first ring, and Christopher's voice was firm but controlled. "Suzy, where are you? Why aren't you at your desk?"There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, Christopher wondered if the connection had been lost. But then Suzy's voice came through, her tone hesitant and unsure. "Mr. Reed... I'm sorry... he fired me."Christopher's eyes widened in shock, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut. "What? Why? Ask your business partner?" Suzy's voice was cryptic, but before Christopher could press her for more information, she hung up.Christopher's mind was reeling as he walked tow
Sara walked briskly along the sidewalk, her eyes fixed on the office building ahead. She was already running late, thanks to a sleep-filled morning that had left her groggy and disoriented. Madison had specifically told her not to be late, and here she was, already 10 minutes behind schedule.As she turned a corner, a black SUV sped past her, sending a wave of water from the road splashing over her. The water had accumulated on the road from the morning rain, and the SUV's tires had kicked it up, drenching Sara.Sara's eyes widened in anger as she felt the cold water seep into her clothes. She let out a string of abusive words, her voice echoing through the morning air."Seriously?The SUV sped past her, sending a wave of water splashing over her; Sara's anger boiled over. "Are you fucking blind, you rich bastard?" she shouted, her voice echoing through the morning air. "Can't you see people? Fucking dog!"As soon as the words left her lips, the SUV screeched to a halt just a few feet
"What is she doing here?" he demanded, his eyes never leaving Sara's face.Christopher looked up from the papers on his desk, a hint of surprise on his face. "Sara is here as my new assistant," he explained, his voice calm and even.Austin's eyes widened in incredulity, and he took a step forward, his fists clenched at his sides. "You can't be serious," he spat, his voice dripping with venom. "This woman is rude, arrogant, and completely unprofessional. She can't work here."Sara's eyes flashed with anger, and she took a step forward, her chin held high. "Excuse me?" she said, her voice icy cold. "I'm standing right here, and I don't appreciate being talked about like I'm not even in the room."Austin's eyes locked onto Sara's, and he sneered at her. "Oh, I'm sorry," he said, his voice heavy with sarcasm. "I forgot that you're so fragile and delicate. Please, do go on. I'm fascinated by your... unique perspective."Sara's face flushed with anger, and she took another step forward, her
Sara and Madison settled into their favorite spots on the couch, eager to unwind and share stories about their day. Sara, still buzzing from her interview, couldn't stop raving about Christopher."Oh, Maddy, he's such a great guy!" Sara exclaimed, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "He's so respectful and kind, and he really listens to what you have to say. I feel like I can totally trust him."Madison listened attentively, a knowing smile spreading across her face. She had heard Sara's glowing reviews of Christopher before, but she was more interested in hearing about Sara's encounter with Austin."And what about Mr. Reed?" Madison asked, her voice laced with amusement. "How did that go?"Sara's expression darkened, and she let out a dismissive snort. "Ugh, don't even get me started on him," she said, rolling her eyes. "He's so arrogant and condescending, and he doesn't know the first thing about respecting women. I swear, he's got a chip on his shoulder or something."Madison chuckle
Sara fidgeted with her short dress, adjusting the hem for what felt like the hundredth time. She shot Madison a dirty look, still annoyed that her friend had convinced her to wear such a revealing outfit."I hate you, Maddy," Sara said, her voice low but firm. "I told you I'm not comfortable in this dress. It's too short, and I feel like I'm flashing everyone in this club."Madison laughed and playfully rolled her eyes. "Oh, come on, Sara! You're such a grandma girl. At least try to stop talking like your mom for one night. Everyone wears dresses like this to clubs. What did you want to wear, a sweater set and pearls?"Sara scowled, feeling a bit self-conscious about her conservative taste in clothing. "Hey, there's nothing wrong with being classy and elegant," she said, trying to defend herself.Madison chuckled and wrapped an arm around Sara's shoulders. "I'm just teasing, girl. But seriously, you need to loosen up and have some fun. We're in a club, not a library."The two friends
Sara's eyes widened in panic as she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out and checked the screen, her heart sinking as she saw her mom's name flashing on the display."Oh no, oh no, oh no," Sara muttered to herself, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over her. She knew that if her mom found out she was at a club, she would be in big trouble.Without hesitation, Sara grabbed her phone and quickly made her way towards the exit, trying to push her way through the crowded dance floor. Madison and Christopher called out to her, but she just waved goodbye and kept moving.Austin, who had been watching Sara from afar, noticed her sudden departure and felt a pang of curiosity. He wondered what had caused her to leave so abruptly, and his eyes narrowed as he watched her hurry towards the exit.As Sara reached the exit, Austin saw a group of boys following her, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of curiosity and admiration. Austin's eyes flashed with anger, and he fe
Austin cleared his throat, his eyes locked on Ryder's face. "Ryder, I think there's been a misunderstanding," he said, his voice smooth and confident.Ryder raised an eyebrow, his expression curious. "Oh? What kind of misunderstanding"?Austin smiled, his eyes glinting with condescension. "I'm the one who's been working on this project, Ryder. Sara here is just my assistant."Sara's eyes flashed with anger, her face burning with indignation. She couldn't believe Austin was taking credit for her work, belittling her contribution in front of the client.But she couldn't show her anger, not now, not in front of Ryder. So she forced a smile onto her face, her lips curling upward in a bright, fake smile.Ryder's eyes flicked to Sara, his expression thoughtful. "I see," he said, his voice neutral. "Well, in any case, the presentation was excellent."Austin smiled, his chest puffing out with pride. "Thank you, Ryder. I'm glad you liked it."Sara's smile grew wider, her eyes flashing with ang
Austin slammed the door to his hotel room, his anger boiling over. He couldn't believe Sara had outsmarted him, stealing the key card to the VIP suite right from under his nose.He looked around the small, cramped room, his disgust evident. This was a luxury hotel, but the room he'd been relegated to was a far cry from luxury. A single bed, a small desk, and a tiny bathroom were the only amenities on offer.Austin's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Sara, you're going to pay for this," he spat, his voice low and menacing.He cursed Sara under his breath, pacing back and forth across the small room. How could she do this to him? Didn't she know who he was?Austin stopped pacing and stood in front of the mirror, his eyes blazing with anger. "You think you're clever, don't you, Sara?" He spat, his voice dripping with venom. "But I'll show you what clever really looks like."Austin's smile was cold and calculating. He would bide his time, wait for the perfect moment to strike. An
They boarded the flight, Sara's eyes widened in excitement. "Wow, first class!" she breathed, gazing around at the luxurious seats and amenities.Austin strode ahead, his long legs eating up the distance. Sara followed, her eyes fixed on the plush seats. She felt like she'd died and gone to heaven.When Austin stopped at a seat, Sara assumed it was hers and plopped down, sinking into the soft leather. "Oh, thank you so much, sir!" she exclaimed, smiling up at Austin. "I've never been in first class before. This is amazing!"Austin's expression was less than amused. He raised an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with annoyance. "Get up," he growled.Sara looked at him, confused. "What's wrong, sir?"Austin's voice was icy. "This is my seat. You're in economy class."Sara's face fell as she stared at Austin, her eyes wide with shock. "What? But...but I thought..."Austin's expression was unyielding. "Get up."Sara slowly rose from the seat, her face burning with embarrassment. She felt like sh
Austin emerged from the bathroom, his cold, composed mask firmly back in place. He adjusted his shirt, smoothing out the wrinkles, and began to walk towards Maddy and Sara.Maddy, who had been watching him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, smiled brightly as he approached. "Mr. Reed, what brings you here?" she asked, her tone friendly.Austin's eyes flicked to Sara, his expression unreadable. "This naive girl forgot the project's main file in the office," he said, his voice dripping with disdain.Sara's eyes widened as she realized her mistake. She had been so caught up in her anxiety about the presentation that she had forgotten the most important document.Maddy nodded, unfazed by Austin's rudeness. "I'll go get it from your car," she said, already heading towards the door.As soon as Maddy was gone, Austin's demeanor changed. He took slow, deliberate steps towards Sara, his eyes never leaving hers. Sara felt a shiver run down her spine as she backed away from him, her hear
Sara paced back and forth in her living room, her eyes fixed on the presentation slides scattered across her coffee table. She had been rehearsing for hours, but she still wasn't feeling confident."Okay, Sara, you've got this," she muttered to herself, trying to sound convincing. "Just introduce yourself, explain the project, and highlight the key points. Easy peasy."But as she glanced at her slides, her mind went blank. What if she forgot what to say? What if she stumbled over her words? What if Austin sabotaged her?Sara's anxiety spiked, and she felt her heart racing in her chest. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down, but her nerves were getting the better of her.Just then, Maddy walked into the room, a warm smile on her face and a steaming cup of coffee in her hand. "Hey, girl, I thought you needed this." she said, handing Sara the coffee.Sara took the cup gratefully, inhaling the rich aroma of the coffee. "Thanks, Maddy. I'm freaking out over here."Maddy nod
Sara and Maddy sat at a small table, eating their lunch and chatting. Maddy asked Sara, "Why is your mom so... old-fashioned? I mean, I know she wants the best for you, but some of her ideas seem so... outdated."Sara sighed, putting down her fork. "It's because of where we come from, Maddy. Tehran, where I grew up, is a different world. My mom... she had a really tough life."Maddy's eyes were curious. "What do you mean?"Sara hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. But Maddy's kind face encouraged her to open up. "My mom, she was married off when she was really young. She had me when she was barely 18. And... she had a lot of miscarriages. Five, to be exact."Maddy's eyes widened in shock. "Oh my god, Sara. I'm so sorry."Sara nodded, her eyes welling up with tears. "It was really tough on her. And on me, too. We didn't have much, and my mom was always worried about my safety and my future. She became really protective, really controlling."Maddy reached out and took Sara's hand. "
Just as Austin's fingers were untangling Sara's hair from his shirt button, an employee walked into the room, a look of surprise on his face. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him—Austin and Sara, tangled together, their faces inches apart.The employee's eyes darted back and forth between the two of them, and he quickly apologized, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt..." before beating a hasty retreat.Austin and Sara quickly scrambled to their feet, their faces flushed with embarrassment. They both tried to call out to the employee to stop him and explain the situation, but it was too late. The employee had already disappeared around the corner.Austin's face turned red with anger as he turned to Sara. "This is all your fault," he spat, his voice low and menacing. "If you hadn't been so clumsy, so stupid, we wouldn't be in this situation."Sara's eyes flashed with anger as she stood up to Austin. "Oh, so now it's my fault?" She shot back, her voice rising. "You'r
Austin leads Sara to a cramped, windowless room deep in the office building. The room is filled with stacks of dusty files and papers, and a single, flickering fluorescent light overhead casts eerie shadows on the walls.Austin gestures to the files. "I need you to go through all of these and organize them by date and category," he says, his voice cold and detached. "It's a tedious task, but I'm sure you're up to it."Sara looks around the room, her eyes widening in dismay. "How long will this take?" she asks, her voice hesitant.Austin shrugs. "As long as it takes. You'll be working on this task exclusively until it's completed. And I expect it to be done perfectly."Sara nods, her shoulders squaring in determination. But as she begins to work on the task, she realizes that something is off. The files seem to be in disarray, and there are strange notes and symbols in the margins.As she delves deeper into the task, Sara starts to uncover a mysterious trail of clues that suggest somet
As the minutes ticked by, Sara grew more and more frustrated with her laptop. She had tried every trick in the book, every troubleshooting technique she knew, but nothing seemed to work. She was starting to feel desperate, like she was going to lose all her work and have to start from scratch.Just as she was about to give up, there was a knock at the door. Sara looked up, expecting to see one of her coworkers or maybe even Austin again. But to her surprise, it was Kevin, his face creased into a warm smile."Hey, Sara, I saw you were still in here, and I thought I'd check on you," he said, his voice friendly and concerned. "Do you need some help?"Sara hesitated for a moment, unsure if she wanted to accept Kevin's offer. But then she looked at her laptop, still refusing to cooperate, and nodded. "Yeah, I could use some help."Kevin walked over to her, his eyes scanning the laptop screen. "What's going on?" he asked, his brow furrowed in concentration.Sara explained the situation, and