Maggie didn’t expect much from her new job—except stress and long hours. But she wasn’t prepared for Daniel, her sharp, but humorous and unreadable manager, whose professionalism leaves no room for mistakes. Eager to prove herself but already stumbling, Maggie struggles to meet his high standards. Yet, as tensions rise and the pressure builds, Maggie begins to see glimpses of a different side of Daniel—a side even his longtime girlfriend may not fully understand. But he understands her, unexpectedly. The line between admiration and something deeper blurs with every late night in the lab. Maggie always avoids crossing boundaries… until the boundaries start shifting on their own. What is Daniel actually thinking? Sometimes fate has special plans for her...
View MoreThe café hummed with soft conversation and the faint clinking of cutlery against porcelain. Olivia slid into the seat across from Lauren, shaking the drizzle off her coat.“Sorry I’m late,” Olivia said, brushing her hair behind her ear. “Got caught up at the lab.”Lauren set her phone aside, flashing a faint smile. “Eva keeping you busy?”“More like Maggie.” Olivia’s tone carried just enough weight to make Lauren pause mid-stir of her tea.Lauren’s gaze lifted, sharp but curious. “Maggie?”Olivia leaned back in her chair, swirling the tea absentmindedly. “She’s been catching Daniel’s attention. Malcolm mentioned her too. Apparently, she’s quite sharp.”Lauren’s hand didn’t stop moving, but the rhythm of her stirring slowed.“Daniel notices everyone when they start,” Lauren said smoothly. “It’s part of his job.”“Maybe,” Olivia said, her eyes flicking toward Lauren. “But I haven’t seen him this invested in a while.”Lauren’s mask of composure remained, but Olivia wasn’t finished.“Oh,”
The lab felt quieter after dark.Most nights, Daniel didn’t mind. The hum of equipment, the sharp scent of sterilized surfaces, and the faint glow of monitors brought him a rare sense of peace.Here, things made sense. Data lined up, experiments followed rules, and the work had tangible results. There were no politics, no expectations he didn’t choose.Still, his focus drifted.His eyes wandered toward the far end of the room, where Maggie’s station sat, a half-empty mug and an open notebook left behind.He frowned. She left that out.It wasn’t significant. But he noticed anyway.The soft click of the lab door broke the silence.Andrew strolled in, wearing his usual grin, hands shoved into his jacket pockets like he owned the place.“Figured you’d still be here,” Andrew said, glancing around the lab. “Some things never change.”Daniel didn’t look up. “You shouldn’t be wandering in here.”Andrew ignored the warning, plopping down on one of the stools. “Come on. I used to live in this l
I focused on the screen, willing the numbers to line up.It’s just a small mistake, I told myself. Fix it and move on.The problem was, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I wasn’t the only one watching.Across the lab, Olivia leaned against the far bench, her eyes flicking toward me every so often—like she was waiting for another slip-up.I tried to ignore it, but the knot in my stomach only tightened.The atmosphere shifted about an hour earlier.It happened when the CEO, Malcolm Reid, made an unannounced visit to the lab. His rare appearances always sent a ripple through the team, even Daniel straightened up slightly when Malcolm strolled in, hands casually tucked into his suit pockets.Malcolm nodded to Daniel near the fume hood, glancing around as if inspecting the place.“How’s the team doing?” Malcolm asked, his voice cutting through the hum of equipment.Daniel set his clipboard down. “Good. We’ve made progress on the latest trials. Maggie’s been handling the new data sets, and
I hadn’t planned on avoiding Daniel.At least, that’s what I told myself.But as I stood by the centrifuge, pretending to focus on sample rotations, I realized how carefully I’d been skirting the edges of the lab—choosing stations on the far side of the room, asking Liam to pass tubes to me instead of crossing through Daniel's working area and get the general lab consumes.It wasn’t obvious, not enough for anyone to call me out. But I knew.And I was pretty sure he knew too.I glanced over my shoulder. Daniel stood by the fume hood, sleeves rolled up as he calibrated something delicate, his brow furrowed in concentration.I forced my gaze back down.This is how it should be.I wasn’t going to be the reason someone’s relationship unraveled. If Lauren had been part of their world for years, then I didn’t belong anywhere near the center of it. I should keep reminding myself that to avoid more unnecessary contact.It’s not personal.That thought didn’t make it feel any lighter.Later that
I told myself I wouldn’t check again.But as I lay in bed, staring at the faint glow of my phone, I couldn’t stop thinking about Eva’s follow request from earlier.It wasn’t weird, right? Just coworkers connecting. Normal.But the image of Lauren’s arm around Daniel’s shoulder at the pub—her easy confidence—wouldn’t leave me alone.I sighed and opened Instagram.Eva’s profile sat near the top of my notifications. Her page was exactly what I expected—brunch spots, weekend getaways, and scattered work events. Olivia was practically in half the photos, the two of them beaming in perfect lighting, like they belonged everywhere they went.I almost closed the app.But then I noticed it.Tagged by Olivia.I hovered for a second before tapping Olivia’s profile. I didn’t follow her, but hers wasn’t private. Public.A quick scroll down, and there they were—Eva and Olivia at a sleek gala event last year. The photo was captioned something about "lab queens on the loose.”And there, between them,
The café Liam dragged me to was tucked away down one of those narrow side streets I usually walked right past. I must’ve passed it a dozen times without even noticing. From the outside, it didn’t look like much—just a faded sign above the door and a small window fogged by the cold.But inside, the place felt warmer than I expected. Mismatched chairs and worn wooden tables filled the space, giving it that cozy, local feel that big chains could never quite pull off. A few people lingered by the counter, chatting softly while the faint hum of an old jazz record drifted from a speaker near the window.This is definitely one of Liam’s spots.He slid into the seat across from me, dropping into the chair like he’d been here a hundred times before. In one smooth motion, he pushed a cup of coffee across the table.“Flat white. You need it.”I smirked, wrapping my hands around the cup. “Thanks. Are you trying to cure my hangover or something?”Liam grinned. “It’s damage control. Let’s not prete
The venue was smaller than I expected—warm lights, soft holiday music humming in the background, and little clusters of coworkers laughing over drinks. It felt… intimate. Too intimate.It’s the best Friday evening. Everyone looked pretty chilled and excited. Me and Liam just took the coach arranged by the company to arrive there. There were still a few people who was on their way, driving their own vehicles. These included Daniel.I couldn’t stop thinking about the moment when I was talking to Eva half an hour ago. Daniel was sitting there sending an order to a one of our suppliers. He suddenly turned to me and asked if I was going to the party.“You’ll enjoy it,” Liam said, nudging my arm as we stepped inside. “Stay with me. I won’t let you end up talking to unfamiliar people all night.”I smirked. “Appreciate your rescue in advance.”Across the room, Eva and Olivia were already at the center of everything, effortlessly floating between conversations, with their Christmas hats on. Ev
Daniel hated these dinners.The wine was expensive, the conversation predictable, and his father’s expectations clung to him like a second skin he couldn’t shed.Seated at the far end of the long dining table, he watched his father swirl his glass with slow, deliberate precision. Across from him, Lauren sat with perfect posture, her eyes fixed on Mark as he spoke, as if she were his daughter. She handed him his glasses without being asked and wiped the spill from his sleeve before he even noticed.Mark lifted his glass and toasted with her.She always fit seamlessly into these dinners—like she belonged here.Daniel wasn’t sure how he felt about that.“Daniel,” Mark’s voice cut through polite conversation. “I spoke with Michael Goodwin last week. He’s expanding operations in London. I suggested you as the perfect candidate to oversee things.”Daniel set his fork down quietly, breathing heavily.“I’m not leaving the lab,” he said evenly.Across the table, Mark’s gaze narrowed, and Danie
The lab felt louder than usual. Maybe it was just the contrast to the quiet of the weekend—or maybe I was imagining things.I slipped through the main entrance, my eyes drifting toward the office area—the seat that Daniel usually sat. Empty. I let out a breath, adjusting the strap of my bag over my shoulder.Okay. No weird eye contact today. It’s just Monday.I made my way to the locker, dumping my bag. Too little sleep and too much overthinking from the night before settling in my chest.It was fine. Saturday had just been one of those awkward moments. Daniel probably didn’t even think about it.As I walked from the locker area back to the kitchen, I heard footsteps—and laughter—from down the entrance.I turned my head slightly.There they were.Daniel and Eva, walking in together.I blinked. Did they… come in together?Eva tucked her hair behind her ear as she spoke, leaning in just a little closer to Daniel. Whatever she said made him smile. Not his usual polite nod, but a real, ea
I straightened my blazer for the third time in five minutes, but no amount of tugging could make me feel less like an imposter. Through the glass wall of the interview room, I could see him-Daniel Ross. Calm, composed, laser-focused on his laptop screen. "Relax, Maggie. Just be yourself."That’s what HR told me. The door opened with a soft click, and the HR manager gave me an encouraging nod. “Daniel will see you now.”No turning back.I stepped inside, smoothing my sweaty palms against my pants. Daniel slightly stood up, offering his hand with a warm smile. Until now I realized how tall he was-easily over six feet—with the kind of lean build that suggested he spent more time buried in research papers than at the gym. Yet, there was a quiet strength to him, the kind that came from standing for hours over lab benches and hauling heavy equipment without complaint.His hair, a mess of soft, dark brown curls, looked perpetually disheveled, as if he had run his hands through it one too m...
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