The morning started like any other. I tried to lose myself in the routine of setting up experiments, focusing on the samples in front of me. But it was impossible to ignore the tension still lingering from the past few days. My mind replayed fragments of conversations I’d overheard and the heavy silence that followed Daniel’s defense of me. I thought I could escape it for a while. That was until I saw her.The woman in the pub I saw last time. She was waiting for me near the lift on the ground floor when I went to go downstairs grab a quick coffee. Her polished appearance and cool smile immediately set me on edge. She wasn’t supposed to be here. "You must be Maggie," she greeted, her tone was too sweet to feel genuine. "Do you have a moment?" I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to walk away. But I forced a polite smile and nodded. "Of course." Lauren gestured to a quieter corner of the corridor, away from the lift. "My name is Lauren. I just wanted to have a quick word, wo
The call came early, just as I was getting ready to leave for work. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I hesitated before answering. The familiar number flashed on the screen—my mother. I braced myself, pressing the phone to my ear. “Mum.” Her voice was warm at first, the usual pleasantries exchanged. But it didn’t take long for the conversation to shift. “Maggie, when are you coming home?” she asked, her tone slipping into that familiar mix of concern and insistence. I sighed. “I don’t know, Mum. Work’s been busy. I can’t just leave.” “Busy? Too busy to think about your future? You’re not getting any younger, Maggie. Do you remember James? His mother told me he’s single again. It’d be good for you to meet him when you’re back.” My stomach sank. “Mum, I’m not coming home to get married. I’m focused on my career right now.” At the same time, Daniel’s face came to my mind before I even realized. She made a disapproving noise. “Your career won’t keep you warm at night. Y
It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong.The lab felt quieter than usual, but not in a comforting way. Liam was off, which left me juggling more tasks than I was prepared for. I told myself I could handle it, but the weight of everything pressed down harder with each passing hour.By mid-morning, I’d already made small mistakes in an experiment. A few samples got messed up with their IDs. What was even worse was--I dumped a few samples that supposed to be the correct ones I wanted.What I could do was to dig the bin. Luckily, it was not too full.I could feel my cheek was heating. Olivia, of course, noticed.“Careful there, Maggie,” she said lightly, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “Wouldn’t want to mess up something important.”I didn’t respond, forcing myself to focus on the re-set of the experiment. But her words lingered, weaving into the ever-growing knot of stress in my chest.By lunchtime, my phone buzzed with a message from my mother.If you’re no
During my days off, I spent most of my time holed up in the apartment, trying to distract myself. Claire had been a lifesaver, as usual. She’d insisted we watch some cheesy rom-coms on her laptop, complete with bowls of popcorn that she almost burned."You’re thinking about work again," she said mid-movie, catching me staring blankly at the screen."I’m not," I lied, but the tension in my shoulders gave me away.Claire muted the film and turned to face me fully. "Maggie, you’re allowed to take a break without feeling guilty. The lab won’t fall apart without you."I sighed, leaning back against the couch. "It’s not just the work. It’s... everything. The dynamics there, the way people look at me—it’s like I don’t belong."She frowned, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Who cares what they think? You’re smart, you’re capable, and you’ve worked hard to get where you are. If they don’t see that, that’s their problem."I smiled faintly. Claire always had a way of making things soun
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
I carefully pressed the buzzer outside the building, and someone inside helped me open the main entry. The zigzag corridor led me to the lift, which carried me to the third floor.The HR lady greeted me warmly by the open kitchen area, where most people seemed to linger over cups of tea or coffee. She handed me a bag with a laptop and some brochures."Here's what you'll need for today," she said with a smile. "I’ll walk you through the basics now. You can log in with your new account and get everything set up."She guided me through the necessary websites and seemed satisfied when I successfully accessed them.“Perfect. Would you mind waiting here for a bit? Someone will come and see you shortly.”I shifted the bag on my shoulder, trying to absorb the moment. First day. One chance to make a good impression.Curious, I logged into my account for annual leave applications.Line manager: Daniel Ross.Of course.“Hello, you must be Maggie!”I turned to see a woman approaching. Her hair wa
My first week had gone by fast. I was doing my best—memorizing protocols, organizing reagents—but at least I hadn’t spilled anything catastrophic or contaminated anything. Yet. I still haven't met all my colleagues in the lab. In other words, I also need time to identify their faces to match names.I glanced toward Liam, who was bent over his workstation. He’d been patient all week, teaching me how to handle measurements without making me feel like an idiot. But honestly, part of the job was… exhausting. The machines didn’t always listen, and when they didn’t, patience became the name of the game. Blood samples occasionally got stuck in the system, and when that happened, we had to call engineering to fix it, to not breaking the entire system.Eva, on the other hand, made things feel seamless. She was like the lab’s unofficial guide to keeping Daniel from firing anyone. Around her, the lab always felt less like work and more like being coached by a cool older sister.Daniel, though? D
I glanced at my watch. 3:59 PM.Time to head to the small meeting room Daniel had booked.All the people working in the lab didn't have a specific office. As most lab people moved their laptops either to the lab, or going to the meeting room.By the time I sat down, the door opened. The knot in my stomach tightened.“Scared?” He smirked, tapping my shoulder lightly as he walked in.I shook my head, though the lie felt obvious.“I just want to check in. See how the first week’s been,” he said, settling into his chair. His voice was calm, slipping back into the same emotionless tone he used during the interview. It still made me sit straighter.“It’s been good,” I replied quickly. “Eva’s been really helpful. And Liam, too.”Daniel gave a small nod, like he already knew the answer. “Good to hear. The feedback from them about you was positive. Keep it up.”My stomach flipped. He’d already gotten feedback? I hadn’t even noticed.Of course I didn’t.I tried to act unfazed, but the truth was
During my days off, I spent most of my time holed up in the apartment, trying to distract myself. Claire had been a lifesaver, as usual. She’d insisted we watch some cheesy rom-coms on her laptop, complete with bowls of popcorn that she almost burned."You’re thinking about work again," she said mid-movie, catching me staring blankly at the screen."I’m not," I lied, but the tension in my shoulders gave me away.Claire muted the film and turned to face me fully. "Maggie, you’re allowed to take a break without feeling guilty. The lab won’t fall apart without you."I sighed, leaning back against the couch. "It’s not just the work. It’s... everything. The dynamics there, the way people look at me—it’s like I don’t belong."She frowned, tossing a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "Who cares what they think? You’re smart, you’re capable, and you’ve worked hard to get where you are. If they don’t see that, that’s their problem."I smiled faintly. Claire always had a way of making things soun
It was one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong.The lab felt quieter than usual, but not in a comforting way. Liam was off, which left me juggling more tasks than I was prepared for. I told myself I could handle it, but the weight of everything pressed down harder with each passing hour.By mid-morning, I’d already made small mistakes in an experiment. A few samples got messed up with their IDs. What was even worse was--I dumped a few samples that supposed to be the correct ones I wanted.What I could do was to dig the bin. Luckily, it was not too full.I could feel my cheek was heating. Olivia, of course, noticed.“Careful there, Maggie,” she said lightly, her voice dripping with feigned concern. “Wouldn’t want to mess up something important.”I didn’t respond, forcing myself to focus on the re-set of the experiment. But her words lingered, weaving into the ever-growing knot of stress in my chest.By lunchtime, my phone buzzed with a message from my mother.If you’re no
The call came early, just as I was getting ready to leave for work. My phone buzzed on the counter, and I hesitated before answering. The familiar number flashed on the screen—my mother. I braced myself, pressing the phone to my ear. “Mum.” Her voice was warm at first, the usual pleasantries exchanged. But it didn’t take long for the conversation to shift. “Maggie, when are you coming home?” she asked, her tone slipping into that familiar mix of concern and insistence. I sighed. “I don’t know, Mum. Work’s been busy. I can’t just leave.” “Busy? Too busy to think about your future? You’re not getting any younger, Maggie. Do you remember James? His mother told me he’s single again. It’d be good for you to meet him when you’re back.” My stomach sank. “Mum, I’m not coming home to get married. I’m focused on my career right now.” At the same time, Daniel’s face came to my mind before I even realized. She made a disapproving noise. “Your career won’t keep you warm at night. Y
The morning started like any other. I tried to lose myself in the routine of setting up experiments, focusing on the samples in front of me. But it was impossible to ignore the tension still lingering from the past few days. My mind replayed fragments of conversations I’d overheard and the heavy silence that followed Daniel’s defense of me. I thought I could escape it for a while. That was until I saw her.The woman in the pub I saw last time. She was waiting for me near the lift on the ground floor when I went to go downstairs grab a quick coffee. Her polished appearance and cool smile immediately set me on edge. She wasn’t supposed to be here. "You must be Maggie," she greeted, her tone was too sweet to feel genuine. "Do you have a moment?" I hesitated, my instincts screaming at me to walk away. But I forced a polite smile and nodded. "Of course." Lauren gestured to a quieter corner of the corridor, away from the lift. "My name is Lauren. I just wanted to have a quick word, wo
Daniel stood outside his father’s office, staring at the polished oak door. His fist hovered for a moment before he finally knocked.“Come in,” Mark’s voice called, deep and commanding.Daniel pushed the door open, stepping into the large office. The walls were lined with shelves of awards and business accolades. His father sat behind the massive mahogany desk, reviewing documents. Lauren sat elegantly in one of the chairs opposite him, legs crossed, a glass of wine balanced perfectly in her hand.Mark glanced up. “Daniel. To what do I owe this visit?”Daniel shut the door behind him, his posture tense. “We need to talk.”Lauren’s eyes flicked to Daniel, her expression carefully neutral, but her grip on the glass tightened ever so slightly.Mark leaned back in his chair, folding his hands. “Go on.”Daniel didn’t waste time. “I’m not interested in taking over the company. I’ve told you that before, and I’m saying it again. I have no intention of leaving the lab.”Mark’s face remained i
The lab was silent except for the steady hum of the machines. It was late—much later than I should've stayed. But the work needed to be finished, and the stillness made it easier to focus. At least, that was what I told myself.I didn’t realize Daniel was still here until I heard the faint shuffle of papers across the room. I glanced up, startled to see him at his desk, sleeves rolled up, leaning over a set of reports. The dim overhead light cast shadows along his sharp features, making him seem even more distant—and yet, not at all.Why was he still here?He noticed me staring.“Still here?” he turned to me and asked, his tone quieter than usual, even….a little bit emotional, lacking its usual authority.I quickly looked away, focusing on the samples in front of me.“Yeah. Just finishing up some things.”Daniel closed the folder he was reading and leaned back in his chair. For a moment, he said nothing, only watching me.“You work too hard,” he said finally, his voice softer—almost c
The lab was almost unrecognizable at night. The usual chatter and clinking of glassware were replaced by the steady hum of machines and the occasional beep of equipment completing a cycle. I stayed late, hoping the quiet would help me focus, but the tension from yesterday still weighed on me.I carefully packed up the last set of samples, but as I reached for my bag, I heard faint voices drifting from the hallway.Eva and Olivia.I paused, instinctively staying quiet. Their voices were hushed but carried just enough to be understood."Lauren won’t tolerate this much longer," Olivia’s voice cut through the stillness, sharp and bitter. "Daniel humiliated me. For her. He never spoke to me like that. Never ever.”Eva’s tone was calmer but edged with warning. "Liv, you’re reading too much into this. Daniel is professional. He’s not the type to get personally involved."Olivia let out a cold laugh. "Oh, please. Did you see how quickly he shut me down? That wasn’t just professionalism. He’s
Daniel sat in the meeting room alone, flipping through a stack of reports, though his mind wasn’t fully on them. The lab’s tension that morning still lingered in his thoughts, and Maggie—the way Olivia had spoken to her—kept creeping back. He rubbed his temple, exhaling slowly.The door creaked open without a knock. Lauren stepped inside, closing it softly behind her. She moved with that deliberate grace of hers, each step measured.Daniel didn’t look up. "Something you need?"Lauren’s heels clicked against the floor as she approached his desk. She didn’t sit. "I spoke with Olivia. She seemed... upset."Daniel narrowed his eyes. He did know Olivia was quite close to Lauren, but he thought they were just like normal besties, hanging out to the cafe, going to the concert together. But now it seemed like his personal life was getting mixed with his work life.Daniel finally lifted his gaze, unimpressed. "Olivia needs to focus on her work. That’s it.”Lauren’s smile was thin, controlled.
The lab was unusually tense that morning. I could feel it----the way conversations dropped when I entered, the sidelong glances, and the hushed whispers that evaporated the moment I got close. The hum of machines seemed louder than usual, filling the gaps left by conversations that died out as I approached.It wasn’t this bad last week.Was it because of me?I shook the thought off. I didn’t have time to dwell on it; over 20 samples waited to be screened on the chip this morning. I offered Liam a small, tight-lipped smile as I passed by.“Morning,” I muttered, pulling open the freezer door.Liam gave me a quick nod but said nothing.The chill from the freezer bit at my skin as I reached for the samples, but it was nothing compared to the cold atmosphere hanging in the room.Then Olivia’s voice sliced through it.“Daniel must be feeling generous,” she said, her tone smooth but laced with something sharper. She leaned casually against the workbench, arms crossed, eyes fixed on me. “Letti