เข้าสู่ระบบSophia's eyes felt heavy with unshed tears as she sat on her couch, her phone clutched in hand. She decided to call Tina and explain everything that happened.
Tina's voice was a warm, comforting presence in Sophia's ear. “Hey girl, what's wrong? You sound like you've lost a marble”.
Sophia took a deep breath, letting it all spill out. “Tina, it's been a terrible morning. I got to work this morning, and Ma Rachel…..she took the money. Almost all of it. And then she fired me”.
Tina's gasp became audible. “What? That's outrageous!”.
Sophia's words tumbled out in a rush, a chaotic jumble of emotions and events. “And it's not just that. Ma Rachel told me that the guy is someone she wants for herself, that I snatched him from her, can you imagine”.
Tina's tone turned sympathetic. “Oh, Sophia…..I'm so sorry. You must be feeling awful”.
Sophia's laughter came as a harsh, mirthless sound. “Awful doesn't even cover it. I feel like I've hit rock bottom. After sacrificing my body for this money, see where it ended”.
Tina's voice turned practical. “It’s okay dear, first things first. How much do you have left?”.
Sophia hesitated, feeling a twinge of shame. “Around $60,000”.
Tina's whistle became soft. “That's still a lot of money, Sophia. We can work on that”.
Sophia's sigh became heavy. “I guess you are right. But I need to take care of something first. I need to go see the doctor about my mother's treatment”.
Tina's tone turned supportive. “Of course, Sophia. That's the primary thing. Since your boss fired you, I heard about a job opening at St Clair Industries, that big company. They're looking for new workers”.
“Are you serious?”, Sophia's eyes felt hot with tears.
Tina replied, “Yes, I will send you the address”.
Sophia continued. “I wish I had the finances to attend college, if I did, I would've applied for a good job. I don't even have choices”.
Tina answered with an encouraging voice. “Hey, don't worry. I will send you the address of the place. Tomorrow morning, you can head to the company. I know they pay well”.
“Thank you so much, Tina” Sophia said feeling hopeful.
“You've not still told me about last night, Sophia” Tina said teasingly.
“I'm not telling you about that girl, leave me alone ma’am”. Sophia replied shyly.
“You'll get through this” Tina said with an encouraging voice.
Sophia nodded, feeling a tiny spark of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe……things would start looking up after all.
With newfound determination, Sophia stood up and grabbed her purse. She headed out the door, bound for the doctor's office.
The doctor's waiting room was crowded, but Sophia didn't wait long. She was ushered into the doctor's office, where he greeted her with a warm smile.
“Good day, Sophia. I see you're here about your mother's treatment”.
Sophia nodded, feeling a lump form in her throat. “Yes, doctor. I have the money for the treatment”.
The doctor's eyes lit up. “Wonderful, hand it over”.
Sophia handed over the $8000, and the doctor counted it carefully. “Excellent, this will cover the new medication”.
Sophia felt a wave of relief wash over her. At least something was going right.
The doctor smiled again. “Don't worry, your mom will be fine. Just know that this has to come consecutively, before you get enough for the surgery”.
“No problem sir, I will come back to see her”. Sophia said, feeling a sense of gratitude.
As she left the doctor's office, Sophia felt a sense of hope rising within her.
She went home, lost in thought. She couldn't wait to go for the interview.
The next morning, Sophia headed to St Clair Industries. Sophia's heart started racing with nerves as she walked into the very gigantic building.
The receptionist looked up as smiled. “Can I help you?”.
Sophia spoke up. “I'm here for a job…….a cleaning job. Someone directed me”.
The receptionist nodded. “Ah, great. Let me just check if the manager is available”.
Sophia hadn't had a job interview in years, and she wasn't sure what to expect.
The receptionist picked up the phone. “Hi, Mr Daniel? We have a candidate here for the cleaning position”.
Sophia took a deep breath and tried to calm her nerves. She could do this.
The receptionist hung up the phone and smiled at Sophia. “Mr Daniel will see you now. Please, follow me”.
Sophia stood up, smoothing her dress. She followed the receptionist to a small office at the back of the building.
Mr Johnson, the manager, looked up from his desk and smiled. “Ah Sophia. Nice to meet you”.
Sophia smiled back, trying to hide her nerves. “Nice to meet you too, sir”.
“Have your seat”, Mr Daniel said.
The interview was surprisingly easy. Mr Daniel asked her few questions about her qualifications and experience, and Sophia answered as honestly as she could.
When the interview was over, Mr Daniel smiled and asked. ‘You are very beautiful, Sophia. Are you sure you want to walk in the cleaning space?”.
“Yes sir, that's where I want” Sophia said faking a smile.
“Well, Sophia. I think you'd be a great fit for the team. We'll be in touch soon to let you know our decision, just leave your contacts with the receptionist”.
Sophia left the building, feeling hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, she would get the job.
As she walked home, Sophia couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. She had faced fears and gone to the interview alone.
After two days, Sophia's phone rang. She picked it up, expecting it to be either Tina or Alex.
But instead, it was a voice she didn't recognize.
“Sophia, this is Mr Daniel from St Clair Industries. We've decided to offer you the cleaning job. Can you start on Monday? Your pay will be discussed when you come”.
Sophia's heart skipped a beat
. She had gotten the job!
And who knows? Maybe this is the start of something exciting, just maybe.
Sophia’s body went still as the elevator doors slid open with a soft ding.Out stepped a woman—tall, poised, dressed in a fitted black suit that screamed quiet authority. Her hair was neatly pulled back into a bun, and her heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as she walked. There was something commanding about her presence, the kind of confidence that didn’t need to be spoken.“Miss Brooks?” the woman said, her voice smooth but assessing.Sophia stood automatically. “Yes.”“I’m Mrs. Hale. I handle external affairs here at D Brooks Industries. I was told you came in to make an inquiry.”Sophia nodded, her fingers brushing nervously against her purse strap. “Yes, I just— I wanted to know who runs this company. I’ve seen the name ‘Brooks’ and… it’s my surname too.”Mrs. Hale’s gaze didn’t waver. “And you’re wondering if there’s a connection?”“Yes,” Sophia admitted softly.For a moment, Mrs. Hale said nothing. Then she gave a thin, polite smile. “That’s understandable. But I’m
Sophia barely touched her breakfast that morning. The sun was bright, pouring through the glass walls of the kitchen, but her world felt gray and uncertain. The night before had been long — endless hours of her lying awake, staring at the ceiling, thoughts crashing over each other like restless waves.Julian had already left for the office. The twins were with Emma in the nursery, their soft giggles echoing faintly through the house. Normally, that sound brought her peace. But today, her heart was anything but peaceful.She sat at the dining table, staring at her untouched cup of tea. On her phone screen was the Brooks Industries website she had been scrolling through for the past hour. Every time she saw that name, a strange chill ran through her. Brooks. Her surname.Her mother had always told her that her father had no family — that he’d died alone, leaving nothing behind but memories. So why did this company exist? Why did it carry her name?She whispered under her breath, “It can
The evening air felt heavy when Sophia got home. The sky outside was painted in fading shades of gray, and the soft hum of the city drifted through the open window. She dropped her purse on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and stood in silence for a long time.The clock on the wall ticked loudly. Every sound in the house suddenly felt louder than usual — the faint creak of the ceiling fan, the distant barking of a dog, even her own breathing. She wrapped her arms around herself and exhaled slowly.Jason’s words from the café echoed in her head like a haunting replay:“What’s your connection with Brook Industries?”Her connection?She frowned, walking to the window and staring into the quiet street. Cars passed occasionally, headlights sweeping through the living room like brief flashes of thought. She rubbed her forehead, trying to make sense of it.Her father was dead. That’s what her mother said. That’s what she believed for years. So how could his name — her family name — be tied t
The café was quiet that afternoon, tucked away from the rush of the main street. The air was warm, filled with the scent of roasted beans and vanilla. Soft jazz played in the background, and the low hum of quiet conversations made it feel peaceful — too peaceful for what Sophia felt inside.She sat at a corner table, close to the window. Her fingers traced the rim of her coffee cup while her eyes kept darting toward the entrance. She had been there for almost fifteen minutes, waiting. Her phone lay face-down beside her, the screen dark, her thoughts darker.When Jason finally walked in, she saw him immediately. He wore a plain white shirt, sleeves rolled up, and his usual confident walk made heads turn. He spotted her quickly and smiled — that familiar, easy smile he always carried. But to Sophia, it didn’t feel as warm as it used to.“Hey,” he said, pulling out the chair opposite hers. “Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a nightmare.”“It’s fine,” Sophia replied softly, forcing a small smil
The morning light spilled into the bedroom through half-drawn curtains, painting the walls in a warm gold. Sophia stirred slowly, blinking against the brightness. For a second, she reached for the spot beside her, expecting Julian’s warmth — but the bed was cold.She sat up, brushing a strand of hair off her face. “Julian?” she called softly. No answer.The faint sound of movement came from downstairs — the clinking of glass, the low hum of the coffee machine. She slipped out of bed, wrapping his shirt around her shoulders, and padded down the stairs quietly.Julian was in the kitchen, his back turned, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed between his ear and shoulder as he poured coffee into two mugs. His tone was low, controlled — but tense.“No, tell him I said the board meets at eleven, not ten,” he said, pausing. “Yes, I’ll handle the rest when I get there.”Sophia leaned against the doorway, watching him. When he finally hung up, she smiled faintly. “So much for a peaceful morning,”
The drive back home from the resort was quiet, not the uncomfortable kind, but the kind that carried warmth. The windows were half-rolled down, letting in the soft evening wind that swept through Sophia’s hair. Julian’s hand rested loosely on the steering wheel, the other stretched out to hold hers.Neither of them spoke much. The vacation had been everything they needed — peaceful, freeing, almost unreal. But as the city skyline came into view, the calm slowly began to fade, replaced by the familiar weight of reality.When they pulled into the driveway, Sophia glanced at the house and smiled faintly. “Feels weird to be back,” she said, her voice soft.Julian smiled back. “Yeah, I know. Feels like the air out here’s heavier than it should be.”She chuckled lightly. “You mean the air or all the business calls waiting for you?”He threw her a look, pretending to groan. “Please, don’t remind me.”They both laughed, and for a moment, it felt like the tension that lingered on their shoulde







