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?
The clock struck 1 AM, and the mansion was quiet, the echoes of laughter and celebration fading into the stillness of the night. Sara found herself alone in the kitchen, the soft glow of the moonlight spilling through the windows. She stood by the counter, absently running her fingers over the remnants of the birthday cake she had baked for Austin. Despite the wonderful evening, a sense of disappointment lingered in her heart.She had poured her love and effort into that cake, but with all the festivities, Austin hadn’t had a chance to taste it. The thought weighed on her, and she sighed softly, feeling a twinge of sadness.Meanwhile, Austin had noticed Sara’s absence when he returned to their bedroom. Concerned, he quietly slipped out of bed and made his way through the darkened halls of the mansion, following the faint light that spilled from the kitchen. As he approached, he could see her silhouette, lost in thought.He stepped inside, and without a word, he walked up behind her, w
The aroma of something vaguely sweet filled the air as Sara stood in the kitchen, a determined look on her face. Today was Austin's birthday, and she had decided to surprise him with a homemade cake. The only problem? Sara still couldn’t cook or bake to save her life. Flour dusted her hair and cheeks, and a smudge of batter smeared across her apron.“Mom, are you sure that’s how you make a cake?” Amir asked, peering over the counter with a mischievous grin.“Yeah, it looks more like a science experiment!” Sam chimed in, giggling as he pointed at the mixing bowl, where the batter was lumpy and oddly colored.“Hey! I’ll have you know that this is going to be the best cake ever!” Sara replied, trying to sound confident as she whisked the mixture with all her might.Layla bounced on her toes, her eyes wide with excitement. “Can I help?" I want to add sprinkles!”“Sure, but only if you promise not to eat them all first!” Sara laughed, knowing full well that sprinkles were Layla’s favorite.
Sara's flight was announced, she and her parents made their way to the gate for boarding. Sara's eyes welled up with tears, and she struggled to hold them back. Memories of her time with Austin flooded her mind—their first wedding night, the countless times he had saved her, their fights, the tension, and the unresolved issues.The staff at the gate asked for her passport and ticket, but Sara was lost in thought. Her mother noticed her distraction and jerked her hand. The coldness in her voice was palpable as she reminded Sara, "Let's go, Sara. We need to board the plane."The staff at the gate asked for her passport and ticket, and Sara's mother handed them over without a word. Sara felt a pang of guilt and regret, knowing her mother's anger was directed at her.Austin sprinted into the airport, his eyes frantically scanning the departure board. His heart sank as he saw the Tehran flight's status change to "Boarding Final Call." He dashed toward the gate, but security guards blocked
"You're putting everything at risk, Austin," Christopher said, his voice rising. "Our business, our reputation, everything we've worked for. And for what? To defend a woman who's supposedly just a part of a fake marriage? You're not making any sense, Austin. You need to get your priorities straight and fast."Austin's eyes flashed with anger, and he grabbed Christopher's neck, pushing him against the glass window. His eyes blazed with fury as he spoke, his voice low and menacing. "Stop calling her 'a woman.' She has a name, and her name is Sara Reed. She is my fucking wife. She always respected you; she thought you were an ideal husband."Christopher's eyes widened, but he pushed Austin away. "Why do you care about her, huh? She's not your real wife. Your relationship was a lie."Austin's face twisted in anger. "Even if the relationship can be fake, the vows are not fake. She is legally my wedded wife, like it or not."Christopher's expression turned probing. "Why? Why do you think so
Christopher closed the door behind him and strode toward Austin, his expression a mix of concern and frustration. "What's wrong with you, man? What are you even doing?" he asked, his voice laced with exasperation.Austin ignored him, taking out a cigarette and walking toward the window. The sound of traffic and city life drifted in, a stark contrast to the tension inside the room. Christopher followed him, his anger simmering."I fucking canceled my honeymoon to clear your mess. What have you done, Austin?" What have you done to Franklin?" Christopher's voice rose, his words tumbling out in a rush. "And now here, in our office, what are you going to do? You've become insane!"Austin turned to face Christopher, his eyes flashing with intensity. "No one has the right to insult Sara," he said, his voice firm.Christopher's expression turned incredulous. "Okay, and can you explain to me why Sara is all of a sudden so important to you?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Wasn't your
Maddy walked into Sara's room, her eyes scanning the space as she took in the sight of Sara packing her belongings. Sara's silence was palpable, and Maddy's concern grew as she approached her friend."Are you really leaving?" Maddy asked, her voice soft but laced with a hint of urgency. Sara didn't respond, her focus solely on folding her clothes and placing them in her suitcase.Maddy walked closer to Sara, her expression intense. "Sara, look at me," she said, her voice rising slightly. "I fucking canceled my honeymoon and came here to see you. Was it all true what I heard about that?"Sara sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she finally met Maddy's gaze. "Yes," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.Maddy's confusion was evident. "What do you mean by yes?" she pressed, her brow furrowed. "You never told me about your relationship with Austin. You could have told me. Why didn't you?Sara's eyes welled up with tears as she looked at Maddy. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice