LOGINSophia POV
Graduation day is finally here!!
It was just as easy, like the end of a marathon I had been running for years.
My legs weren't tired, but my heart was full of pride and relief, but a peculiar humming sense of uncertainty was there, like, what should I do next? I got a few offers at some big firms, but it wasn't paying me enough as it should according to my qualifications.
Sweeping all the thoughts away, my hands jumped towards my dress as I pulled the zipper on my black gown. The fabric felt heavy against my skin. And of course, Mama was there to help me out.
Brushing away the edges of my hair with the same tender care that made me feel ten years old again
"You will get it all wrinkled", she said, in case you move. The tears were blinking out of her eyes.
Nick was leaning against the door-frame, with crossed arms, and an old familiar smile.
“Finally, Sophie. Your grandma's energy has paperwork to prove it.”I laughed, biting my lip and rolling my eyes, choking on the sound. He didn’t know how deep it struck me. This moment was no longer just mine.
Every late night Mama had spent hunched over her sewing machine, every basketball practice Nick had skipped so I could save for my books—all of it was stitched into this robe.
Even Dad’s absence was here, silent but heavy, like a shadow creeping into the morning. This was his unfoldment too.
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Later at the graduation ceremony I walked out onstage, a mile in length it seemed, and when my name was called. The entire scene felt dizzying; light applause and body and face movement swelled around me. I was grinning so widely that it hurt my face from ear to ear with my shaking hands as I held the rolled certificate.When those caps reached the height of a blackbird storm,
"This is only the beginning." I murmuredBy the time nightfall came, the city’s golden light melted into a silver glow. The celebrations wound down, pictures were snapped, hugs were exchanged, and flowers were pressed into my arms. Mama insisted on a small dinner at home, while Nick had already absconded with two cupcakes from the box she brought us, laughing, but my thoughts wandered, restless and unsure.
Where would I go from here?
What office, what job, and what future had the best space for me? I might envision well-dressed lobbies and inexhaustible spreadsheets; however, I can't see myself in that race.I did not want a paycheck job I wanted something where I could use my ideas and enhance my talents. I came out on the balcony with the lot of people.
As a soft wave of breeze touched my skin, I felt my phone vibrating in my palm. I could see an unknown number calling me
Perhaps someone is calling to congratulate me
I slide on the green icon and receive the call.
"Hello, Sophia. This is Edward Hayes." His voice held a kind of composure that straightened your spine.
It was the name itself that jolted me: Edward Hayes of Hayes Global I, which was instinctively tightening my grip on the phone.
"Hello, Sir."
"I called to congratulate you," he resumed again in the same smooth and confident tone as he bore that rare combination of easy and commanding.
"Graduating top of your class is no trifle affair, Miss Rivera. I make it a point to observe young people who do not merely perform well but who make their own way."
I gulped, attempting to subdue the shaky tone of my voice
"Thank you, Mr. Hayes."
"What was it next you were planning, Sophia? Have you any plans arranged? Somewhere you hope to put that quick wit of yours."
"I guess I haven't worked that out yet. I confessed that I would prefer to seek a place in which my ideas can indeed have a purpose, not simply get buried in the red tape."
"I believe that Hayes Global would be that kind of place to you. We were going to open a new textile and sustainability division, and I believe you would fit in there mighty well."
"How would you feel about an interview next week?" he continued
"Are you you serious, Mr Hayes?"
"I do not do such calling, Miss Rivera; I have read your work on ethical design and sustainable production. This opportunity could make a good start for your career. This would give you that sort of base upon which possibilities become heritage."
There was a time I could not talk.
I heard the laughter and talking in the room, but all was distant.
"I ought to be thankful to have this chance," I said.
"I will get my assistant to post you the information about the interview and position Take care." He stated while ending the call
As I hung up the phone and simply stood there with the phone still weighted against my ear and the city muttering softly as it was beneath me.
By the next day, the email came at dawn.
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Subject: Call to the Interview at Hayes Global Enterprises.
Dear Miss Rivera,
As I have mentioned in your conversation, I would have you in an interview session with Hayes Global Enterprises so as to offer you a job. We are very much impressed with your good academic work, as well as your leadership in sustainable designing.
If the interview is successful, we may give you an opportunity in our Textile Division.
I would be glad to discuss it with you.
Warm regards,Edward HayesHayes Global Enterprises------------------
The coffee I held in hands went cold, as I read the email over and over again as if the words would vanish if I blinked
Hayes Global.
The name carried a weight in every business journal every conference, and every whispered dream among students in my department
Mama caught me sitting on the edge of the bed with the laptop open with my mouth partially open.
"What's wrong, mija?" she questioned, with concern, which made her brow furrowed.
I turned the screen toward her.
“Nothing is wrong,” I whispered.
“It’s… Hayes Global. I got an email from them regarding a job opportunity.”
Her hands flew to her mouth, tears already pooling.
“Sophie! Dios mío!” She hugged me tight enough that the laptop almost fell.
“I knew it. I knew someone would finally see what I see in you.”
Nick burst in seconds later, half-asleep but alert at the sound of Mama’s cry. “What happened?”
“She got Hayes!” Mama squealed.
Nick blinked, then broke into a grin. “Damn, Sophie. From Brooklyn to Boardrooms. That’s my sister!”
It was a laugh that made something different of me, and the future no longer seemed to me like a closed door. The future was an open elevator shaft that I could get into.
Sophia POVI don’t think I actually slept,.Not properly.It was the kind of night where your body gives up before your mind does,. Every time I drifted-, something dragged me back—the cold floor beneath me-, the stiffness in my spine, or worse,.His voice.It didn’t echo loudly.It lingered.Morning came quietly,.A thin strip of light slipped through the curtains and stretched across the room—stopping just short of where I lay on the floor,.Of course it did,.I stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before forcing myself to move,. My muscles protested immediately-, a dull ache settling deep into my back and shoulders,.I sat up slowly-, inhaling through it,.I stood, adjusting my clothes, smoothing out creases that didn’t really matter,. The room still carried the silence of last night,.Damien was on the bed,.Asleep.Unbothered.For a moment, I watched him.Not with anger.With distance.Then I looked away.I picked up the pillow he had thrown at me,. It felt heavier now—not phy
Sophia POVBy the time the dishes were washed and the kitchen was finally quiet again-, the apartment had settled into a heavy silence,.The city lights outside the glass walls flickered against the dark marble floors-, stretching long reflections across the living room,.I dried my hands slowly-, hanging the towel back in its place,.My body felt exhausted-, but my mind refused to quiet down,.Dinner.The table.His words.You’re staff in this house now.The sentence replayed in my head like something stuck on repeat.I inhaled slowly.Fine.If that was the role he had decided to force on me, then I would survive it. Just long enough to find something else,. Just long enough to walk away from this place without needing anything from him,.I turned off the kitchen lights and walked toward the hallway,.The bedroom door stood slightly open,.For two months, that room had been ours.Not perfect. Not easy.But… real.Apparently I had imagined most of it.I pushed the door open,.The room
Sophia POVBy the time dinner was ready-, the kitchen smelled faintly of roasted garlic and warm spices,.I had spent longer than necessary preparing it,.The dishes sat arranged on the counter-, steam rising softly from them,.Rice,. Stir-fried vegetables,. Grilled chicken,.Simple, clean food,.Not extravagant.But done properly.I wiped my hands on a towel and carried the plates to the dining table,.The apartment was quiet except for the distant hum of the city outside the glass walls,. Footsteps echoed from the hallway,. Damien entered the dining area just as I finished setting the table,.His presence filled the space immediately,.He was wearing a T-shirt and joggers as his gaze moved from the table to me,.“So,” he said calmly, “the staff has begun working.”I ignored the comment.“Dinner is ready,.”He pulled out a chair and sat down slowly-, studying the plates in front of him like they were objects under inspection,.For a moment he didn’t speak,.He simply picked up his f
Sophia POVThe drive back from Hayes Global felt heavier than ever.This morning, I had walked in with quiet defiance.Now, I walked into the penthouse with clarity.He had done this deliberately.I could have argued there. I could have demanded answers in the lobby-, insisted on being escorted upstairs-, forced someone to call him out of that board meeting,.But I didn’t,.I didn’t want whispers trailing behind me in marble corridors. I didn’t want my humiliation turning into office gossip by lunchtime. Hayes Global was still a place I had respected—still a place I had worked hard in. I wouldn’t turn it into a spectacle.So I left.As I returned to the apartmentEvery step echoed in the silence of the apartment as I set my bag down on the console table. The space felt too large. Too empty. Like it was waiting.Before doing anything else, I pulled out my phone.Edward Hayes.For a moment, my thumb hovered over his name.I wasn’t calling to complain. I wasn’t calling to accuse his gran
Sophia POVDarkness came back in fragments.Not gently.First, the cold.It crept across my skin before my mind fully woke-, cool air brushing over my bare shoulders, my legs, and my stomach,. The sheets beneath me were smooth and expensive-, but they felt like ice,.Then the silence.Too quiet.My eyes fluttered open,.The room was dim-, the city lights bleeding faint gold through the curtains. For a second-, I didn’t move. My body felt heavy, disconnected-, like I had borrowed it from someone else,.Then memory rushed back.My breath caught sharply,.I pushed myself upright too fast-, dizziness spinning the room,. The blanket slid from my lap, and the realization hit with humiliating clarity,.I was still half naked,.Only my underwear clung to me,. My T-shirt lay discarded near the foot of the bed,. My pajama bottoms were somewhere on the floor,.Damian was gone,.The side of the bed where he had stood loomed empty,. The door to the bedroom was slightly ajar,. No sound from the hal
Damien POVThe heavy doors of the penthouse felt like a prison I had finally unlocked.I checked my watch. Past midnight.Three months.For three months, I had played a part. I had been the good grandson. The kind husband. I had sat through dull dinners-, nodded at meaningless conversations, and pretended I cared about Sophia’s small, insignificant life,.Today, the lawyers confirmed it,.The inheritance was mine.I didn’t have to pretend anymore,.I pushed the door open, a dark sense of freedom curling through me,.She was there, waiting—like she always did. Her eyes held that soft, irritating concern that had once made my skin crawl,.“You’re so late-,” she said quietly,.“I know.”I dropped my jacket and loosened my tie,. The mask slid off with the fabric. I didn’t need to smile at her again. I didn’t need to soften my voice.She stood, reflexively helpful. “Do you want dinner? I can warm it up.”I didn’t answer,.I walked straight toward her-, closing the space between us until sh
Sophia POVAs I came out of Damien's cabin, I felt my legs stumble My body felt moved by someone else, with my mind stuck back in that place, his fingers holding my arm, his breath too close to my face.I didn’t look back.I couldn’t.My own heart beat fast. It beat in an irregular way. It was not
Sophia POVAs I put my bag on the desk, emails started appearing: updates about clients, the company mail, and a new schedule of a project that had been altered during the night.I did not attempt to speak to Damien after the last conference hall, where we had a conversation.In order to be accepte
Damien POVPersonally, I usually do not spend the night in the office, but due to a necessity of an important meeting the following day I had to.The still office, the vacant floor, During night, the lights were reduced, the soft buzz of machines winding down for the evening.And her.Sophia Rivera
Sophia POVI hardly got any sleep Each time I shut my eyes, I was drawn back by a memory of the elevator. That moment.His face inches from mine.It came to my mind, and my heart was still racing, as my body hadn’t yet acknowledged that the moment was over.What struck me more than the proximity







