llowin

mposing presence amplifying the knot of anxiety twisting in her stomach. She

cal cries for help, which turned out to be a manipulative ploy to

ad offered nothing but a torrent of negativity and resentm

ad always preferred the quiet intimacy of her therapy practice, the hushed conversations and gentle breakthroughs. The corporate world, with its sharp edges and power dynamics, felt alien

yees rushing to and fro, their voices echoin

on desk, her heart pounding a

the receptionist, her voice

you?" the receptionist responded w

l me which floor I should go to?" Roselle asked, tryin

tura?" the receptionist inquired,

," Roselle

the receptionist informed her, retrieving a visitor's pass fro

As she waited, she couldn't help but feel a sense of displacement. She was surrounded by people in sharp suits and tailored dresses, their conversations filled wi

e was about to press the button for the 37th floor when she noticed another woman had already s

he numbers above the door ticking

had no idea what to expect from this interview, who she would be meeting, or what they wan

imed and the doors slid

Sleek desks lined the walls, each occupied by a busy employee, their

o or who to ask about the interview. Just then, the woma

u lost?" she

e admitted, a touch of vulnerability i

" She was interrupted by a m

he man who had called her the previous

woman from the elevator inquired,

go back to your work. I'll take care of her, S

You're in good hands. Mr. Velasco is very kind. I'll leave you two t

ir, please tell me why I was called in for an interview. I didn't submit any job applica

. I'll explain everything there," Em

had met before. He seemed vaguely familiar, but she couldn't quite place him.

nd well-appointed, with large

said, gesturing towar

s drawn to a picture frame on his desk. It

of realization washing over her. "You're Mrs. Velasco's son

ase, take a seat, Miss Ventura. I'll get you a cup of coffee."

as about to check on Andrea when a deep, cold voice reson

mm

en her customer at Pixie Coffee shop yesterday, the man whose crisp white shirt she had accidentally drenched in coffee.

iliar talking to his assistant. When she lowered her head, seemingly ignoring him,

sir. He's in the pantry." She avoided makin

we met before?" Oliver as

g a small, polite smile. "P

e crossing his features. He couldn't deny that she was even more attr

and with a touch of makeup, she looked strikingly elegant and attractive.

eappearing with a tray of coffee. "Shall we

co, I'm sorry, but can you please tell me why I'm here for

man aside. "Are you sure she's the therapist you called yeste

n, however, was not as p

abbed her purse and stood up abruptly. "Excuse me, Mr. Velasco. I have clients