Daniel is going to make a decision soon. What is it?
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
The hum of the centrifuge faded into the background as I sent the data file on my laptop. The numbers blurred slightly, but I kept my eyes glued to the screen. It was easier to focus on the test results than the tightness in my chest that had been lingering all morning.But I couldn’t ignore it forever.I glanced at my phone, face down next to the pipette rack. I hadn’t checked it since lunch, and for good reason.Still, I flipped it over.3 missed calls – MumMy stomach twisted. I tapped the screen, scrolling the message waiting with the missed calls."You’re avoiding me. Don’t forget what today is."I didn’t need the reminder. I knew exactly what today was. How could I forget?Four years.“You were supposed to pick his call.”I closed the message, locking the screen before the memory could drag me under.Eva’s voice broke through the fog.“Hey, we are going to the kitchen for a coffee break. You want to join?” She lingered at the bench next to mine.I forced a smile. “I’ll catch up
I walked to the main office area. People were either staring at their laptop screen and quickly typing, or having their earphones on them, attending meetings. Eva was one of them. Unlike Liam and me, she was senior enough to have meetings every day.Then finally I saw Daniel. He was sitting just in front of Eva, running a coding software on his laptop. I carefully moved next to him.The weight from my mother’s call still sat in my chest. But at this point I was trying my best to hold it.Daniel didn’t look up immediately, but he'd already felt my existence. He was quickly coding, eyes fixed on the screen.“Give me a second,” he said, his tone clipped but not unfriendly.I stood awkwardly, shifting my weight from one foot to the other, until he finally moved his eyes away from his laptop and turned toward me."Sit." He said, grabbing a chair for me, emotionlessly. He gently moved his laptop closer to me, making sure I could see his screen. It's a lab report entry created under my name
The apartment smelled of tea and cookies as I walked through the door. I didn’t realize how tense my shoulders were until I stepped inside and let the door click shut behind me. Compared to the frozen weather outside, stepping inside felt like heaven.I sighed, long and heavy.“Hey, you’re home early,” Claire’s voice drifted from the kitchen.I set my bag down by the door and followed the scent of tea. Claire sat cross-legged on the countertop, stirring milk into a steaming mug.“It’s Friday,” I replied, leaning against the doorframe.She grinned, handing me a cup. “I know you—tea with lots of milk, no sugar.” Claire had this way of anticipating things—like she could read people without them saying a word.I took a sip, feeling the warmth settle in my chest."you are the first person I know who adds most milk in the tea." she said softly, hopping down from the counter, "you look like you need it."I raised an eyebrow. “Is that your polite way of telling me I look terrible?”“I didn't
The bar was louder than I expected for a Saturday night. Warm lights hung low over the booths, with faint music hummed in the background and people's loud laugh everywhere. Claire led the way, weaving between tables until she found a small high-top near the window.“Alright, drinks first. Then we can complain about work,” she said with a grin, sliding onto the barstool.I sank into the seat opposite her, letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. The weight of the week was finally catching up to me, but for the first time in days, I felt like I could breathe. No lab reports. No Olivia. No Daniel’s sharp comments about typos.Claire flagged down the bartender and leaned in. “A cider please, and...one double whiskey, with lemonade.” She glanced at me with a smirk. “You have whiskey every time. We’re celebrating you surviving another week of your job.”I laughed, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You make it sound like I barely made it out alive.”“Well, you did l
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