ough her closet, in search of the most vibrant yet somber dress she owned. It was essenti

nstantly. She carried a sense of guilt whenever she contemplated spending

-fitting red midi dress. It was a new acquisition meant fo

tin had departed from her life by choice, and Theres

red wishes for his life to

e, but the effort was worthwhile-the dress looked as lovely as she had expected. Smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she whispered, "I'l

w job, and the sight of the awe-inspiring skyscrape

pansive windows, seemed to connect to the sky,

le, to which the lady at the reception desk responded in kind. The receptionist h

d the elevator, which was almo

she confirmed that she

she surveyed the people already seated and waitin

her as she took her place in line,

didates queued up behind her, all of them sea

ated. He loosened his tie as he marched out in anger, muttering incomprehensible wo

iminishing with every person who exited the office, their faces di

ing the office. Inside, a chair was positioned in the middle of

take her seat. She struggled to calm herself, taking sl

e distinctive dark gloves, not just any dark gloves, but the ones adorned with a

sent her way, Theressa held firm and didn't hesitate to provide answers to the questions asked. She main

f it could see right through her. "Theressa," he began, and her heart skipped

inside the SUV. Why did she have to encounter him again? Theressa's fear was more than palpable

, his voice laced with a subtle menace. "You did state here that you have great problem-solving skills. Do you pour your anger onto o

er response. Theressa clenched her jaw, an instinctive respons

's, she knew her chance was as fragil

way his gaze bore into her. He had to be the CEO; it was written in bold letters on the

stood that, in the end, this man held the power to decide her fate. His first question hu

iety, and her heart raced as though

perately seeking a reasonable explanation, but everything se

" she stammered, her voice quivering, "I would take an analytical approach to fi

stion her way. "And tell me, Theressa," the CEO continued, his voice cutting through the tense air, "if you t

rable. How did he know? It was a query she had hoped to avoid, somethi

most physically palpable. The persistent inquiry had sent whispers rippling through

ng to the CEO, who responded with a nod

to refrain from leaping at the man wh

cologne hung in the air as he passed. Her mind raced back

not just a CEO of a successful company, he probably has his hand