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