Source: The crush I had turned out to be my boss, and I embarrassed myself on my first day at work. How can I restore my image in front of him? Waiting for responses, very urgent.
Source: The crush I had turned out to be my boss, and I embarrassed myself on my first day at work. How can I restore my image in front of him? Waiting for responses, very urgent.
The guy I'd secretly liked for years just became my boss, and on my first day at work, I made a complete fool of myself.
Now I needed to figure out how to salvage my image in his eyes.
1.
It all started when I landed a job.
In this tough job market, graduating without an offer seemed inevitable, but I got lucky. I secured a spot at a unicorn company through their final round of campus recruitment.
Overjoyed, I posted a celebratory moment on social media, "Soon-to-be colleagues with my crush! Time to think of a way to make him fall for me. Any tips?!"
I threw in a playful smirk emoji to match the mood.
My best friend, Ellie, commented, "Emma, you perv, I knew you only applied there to chase a certain someone. Shameful!"
I couldn't resist going along with her teasing, replying with over-the-top dramatics, "His handsome face, those piercing eyes, powerful arms, toned abs, and long legs... all I can say is: 'Yes, please!'"
The banter spiraled into full-blown creative chaos as my friend and I went back and forth in the comments, essentially turning my post into an R-rated comedy zone.
Then, out of nowhere, the post got a like.
I tapped to see who it was, and froze. It was Carson Brown-my college senior, the guy I'd quietly adored for four years.
It was his first-ever interaction with anything I'd posted, and of all things, he had to like this one.
Panic set in. My hands shook as I exited the app and opened a chat with Ellie, "Carson liked my post..."
"What?!!"
"The one about him. I forgot to restrict the audience. I'm doomed!"
Only a GIF of someone smashing their head against a wall could express how I felt.
Twenty seconds later, she messaged back, "Calm down. Sure, your inner weirdo slipped out, but we didn't name names. He won't know you were talking about him."
Her logic helped, but not enough. I decided I needed to clarify things.
I nervously opened Carson's profile and typed, "Hi, Carson!" Then I added, "That post was just a joke..."
Before I could hit send, his reply appeared on my screen like a thunderclap, "Take care of yourself."
Take care of myself? What did that mean? Why would he say that?
Did he think I was some kind of constantly horny weirdo?
I deleted my draft and tried to think of how to explain myself.
Should I just come clean? What if he wasn't thinking that at all? Wouldn't that make me look guilty?
In a haze of panic, I typed, "You too." The message sent before I could stop myself.
I stared at the screen, watching anxiously as the familiar three dots appeared, indicating he was typing. But then, they vanished.
Two minutes passed, and nothing. Not a single word.
The conversation ended there, and I guessed he was just speechless about me.
On my first day at the company, I was assigned to Carson's team. Naturally, he became my direct supervisor.
"Fate," I thought, suppressing a giddy smile. This was my chance to make a move.
During lunch, I got a message from Ellie. She had sent me a short video clip.
Without a second thought, I tapped to play it.
Suddenly, the quiet office was filled with the unmistakable sound of a man's heavy breathing.
Every head turned toward me. I froze, a mortified smile plastered on my face as my colleagues exchanged knowing looks.
Carson happened to walk by at that exact moment and paused beside my desk.
Desperate to explain, I blurted, "It's a workout video. I'm trying to lose weight."
He said nothing, his expression unreadable, but he gave me a glance full of meaning before walking away.
The message in his eyes was clear-Take care of yourself.
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Gabriela learned her boyfriend had been two-timing her and writing her off as a brainless bimbo, so she drowned her heartache in reckless adventure. One sultry blackout night she tumbled into bed with a stranger, then slunk away at dawn, convinced she'd succumbed to a notorious playboy. She prayed she'd never see him again. Yet the man beneath those sheets was actually Wesley, the decisive, ice-cool, unshakeable CEO who signed her paychecks. Assuming her heart was elsewhere, Wesley returned to the office cloaked in calm, but every polite smile masked a dark surge of possessive jealousy.
For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"
Corinne devoted three years of her life to her boyfriend, only for it to all go to waste. He saw her as nothing more than a country bumpkin and left her at the altar to be with his true love. After getting jilted, Corinne reclaimed her identity as the granddaughter of the town's richest man, inherited a billion-dollar fortune, and ultimately rose to the top. But her success attracted the envy of others, and people constantly tried to bring her down. As she dealt with these troublemakers one by one, Mr. Hopkins, notorious for his ruthlessness, stood by and cheered her on. "Way to go, honey!"
To most, Verena passed for a small-town clinic doctor; in truth, she worked quiet miracles. Three years after Isaac fell hopelessly for her and kept vigil through lonely nights, a crash left him in a wheelchair and stripped his memory. To keep him alive, Verena married him, only to hear, "I will never love you." She just smiled. "That works out-I'm not in love with you, either." Entangled in doubt, he recoiled from hope, yet her patience held him fast-kneeling to meet his eyes, palm warm on his hair, steadying him-until her glowing smile rekindled feelings he believed gone forever.
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