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 herself. "Hi, I'm Sara. I'm here for an interview with the Senior Business Analyst team."
The receptionist nodded and checked her computer screen. "Ah, yes. You're running a bit behind schedule, aren't you?"
Sara nodded sheepishly. "I'm so sorry. The bus was late, and... well, here I am."
The receptionist smiled sympathetically. "Don't worry, we've all been there. Let me just check with the team to see if they're ready for you."
Sara stood patiently in the lobby, fidgeting slightly with her purse strap as she waited for the receptionist to confirm her appointment. A few minutes ticked by, and the receptionist finally looked up from her computer screen with a friendly smile.
"Okay, Sara, you're all set. The team is ready to see you, but actually, the boss would like to meet with you personally. His office is on the 4th floor."
Sara's eyes widened slightly as she processed this unexpected twist. She had been preparing to meet with a team, not the boss himself. But she quickly composed herself, nodding professionally.
"Thank you," she said, smiling at the receptionist. "I'll head up to the 4th floor now."
The receptionist nodded and handed Sara a visitor's badge. "Just take the elevator to the 4th floor. The boss's office is the only one up there, so you can't miss it."
Sara took the badge and clipped it to her jacket, then turned to make her way to the elevator. As she walked, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nerves in her stomach. What did the boss want to meet with her about? Was this a good sign, or a bad one?
She pushed the button to call the elevator, and a few seconds later, the doors slid open with a soft whoosh. Sara stepped inside and pressed the button for the 4th floor, feeling the elevator begin to rise smoothly.
As she ascended, Sara took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She had prepared for this interview, and she was ready to showcase her skills and experience. Whatever the boss had in store for her, she was determined to make a good impression.
Sara stepped out of the elevator and onto the 4th floor, her eyes scanning the sleek, modern decor. She spotted a single door at the far end of the hall, adorned with a polished brass nameplate that read "CEO.". She took a deep breath, smoothed her jacket, and made her way to the door.
She raised her hand and knocked softly, her eyes fixed on the door handle. A deep, resonant voice called out from within, "Enter!"
Sara's smile brightened as she pushed open the door and stepped inside. But her smile faltered, and her eyes widened in shock as she took in the figure seated in front of the massive wooden desk.
It was Franklin Jenkins, her old boss from her previous job. The same man who had made her life miserable with his constant criticism and unrealistic expectations. The same man who had ultimately driven her to quit her job and search for a new opportunity.
Sara's eyes darted to the figure seated behind the desk, and she saw that it was a woman with a kind face and a warm smile. The nameplate on the desk read "Nova Carter, CEO.". Sara's gaze returned to Franklin, who was watching her with a mixture of amusement and curiosity.
Sara's smile had dropped, replaced by a mixture of shock, dismay, and a hint of fear. She felt like she had been punched in the gut, and she struggled to catch her breath. What was Franklin doing here? And why was he sitting in the CEO's office?
Franklin's face broke into a wide smile as he saw Sara, and he leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers together in a gesture of satisfaction. Nova, the CEO, smiled warmly at Sara and gestured to the empty chair beside Franklin.
"Please, Sara, have a seat," Nova said, her voice friendly and welcoming.
Sara felt like she had been punched in the gut. She had been so hopeful about this job, and now it seemed like it was slipping through her fingers. She knew she couldn't work with Franklin again, not after everything they had been through. She felt a sense of despair wash over her as she sat down, her eyes fixed on the floor.
Nova leaned forward, her eyes shining with enthusiasm. "I have to say, Sara, I was very impressed with your profile. You have a fantastic skill set, and I think you would be a great fit for our team."
Sara's eyes snapped up to Nova's face, and she felt a surge of surprise. How could Nova possibly think she was a good fit for the team, not after Franklin had...?
But before she could finish the thought, Nova dropped a bombshell. "I'm also happy to see that you used to work at my fiancé's company," Nova said, smiling at Franklin.
Sara's eyes widened in shock as she turned to Franklin, her mind reeling with the implications. Franklin was Nova's fiancé?
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
Madison and Sara walked into their apartment; Sara slammed the door shut behind them and let out a frustrated scream. "I'm going to quit this job, Maddy! I just can't work with that asshole!" she exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage.Madison quickly sat down beside Sara on the couch, concern etched on her face. "Sara, calm down."Sara's eyes blazed with anger as she recounted the events of the evening. "He broke my phone, Maddy! Can you believe it? And then he had the nerve to lecture me about being an attention-seeker. I mean, who does he think he is?" She spat, her voice venomous.Madison listened attentively, nodding her head in understanding. "I'm so sorry, Sara. That sounds incredibly frustrating," she said, putting a comforting arm around Sara's shoulders.Sara looked down at her broken phone, her eyes welling up with tears. "And now my phone is broken. How am I supposed to buy a new one? I'm already struggling to make ends meet," she lamented, her voice cracking with emotio
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