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Sara’s POV As I entered the interview room, my heart was still pounding from the encounter with Zack in the lobby. I took a seat opposite him, trying to maintain my composure despite the nerves that threatened to consume me. Zack wasted no time, immediately requesting for my documents. With trembling hands, I handed over my resume and references, my eyes fixed on him as he scrutinized each page. The silence stretched between us, tension thick in the air as I waited for his verdict. To my surprise, Zack looked up from the documents with a nod of approval. "Impressive credentials, Ms. Miles," he remarked, his tone surprisingly neutral. "You seem to have the qualifications we're looking for." Relief flooded through me at his words, a weight lifting from my shoulders. "Thank you, Mr. Samuels," I replied earnestly, gratitude coloring my tone. "I assure you, I won't disappoint." Zack's lips curved into a faint smile, though his eyes remained unreadable. "I hope not," he repli

Zack’s POV In the midst of a busy airport, my phone buzzed insistently, disrupting the chaotic hum of travelers around me. With a sigh, I glanced at the caller ID: "Grandfather." I answered, bracing myself for the inevitable lecture on romance and duty. "Zack, my boy," his voice crackled through the line, carrying the weight of years of tradition and expectation. "Have you proposed to Nora yet?" I swallowed hard, the memory of Nora's betrayal still fresh in my mind. "No, Grandfather," I replied, struggling to keep the bitterness out of my tone. "I haven't had the chance." "Well, make the time, Zack," he insisted, his voice unwavering. "She's a wonderful girl, and I want to see you settled before I'm gone." The guilt weighed heavy on my shoulders as I promised to do my best, knowing deep down that my heart belonged elsewhere. Little did I know, fate had other plans in store, plans that would lead me down a path of unexpected twists and turns, ultimately reshaping the v

Sara’s POV “Really? Why didn’t you introduce her to me as your girlfriend earlier?” Zack’s grandfather said, his eyes filled with warmth and curiosity as he looked at me. “You look very beautiful,” he added, his tone genuine as he complimented me. “Thank you so much, sir,” I replied with gratitude, feeling a bit flustered by the unexpected attention. “Oh please, there’s no need to be too formal,” he said playfully, breaking the tension with his easygoing manner. His playful demeanor put me at ease, and I couldn't help but smile in response, though I couldn't shake the uncertainty of what this encounter meant for Zack and me. As I glanced at Zack, unsure whether to address him as my boyfriend or something else, I caught a fleeting glimpse of emotion in his eyes—a mixture of apprehension and something I couldn't quite decipher. Before Zack's grandfather could continue, a young man in a black suit approached him and whispered something in his ear. “Alright, tell him we