LILYAs I walked into the office the following day, I felt good to go. Maverick's smile last night sparked a renewed determination in me. I was ready to take on any challenge that came my way, even if it was Chloe Johnson.As I walked through the doors, I couldn't help but notice the curious glances from my colleagues. One particular thing that came to mind was Chloe Johnson's skeptical glances, which bothered me greatly as I worked.I had no clue what made her irked. But no matter the reason, I was determined not to let Chloe's doubts make me lose my focus or motivation."Good morning, Miss Johnson," I greeted, deciding to test the waters.She turned around, her surprise evident at my direct approach. But she recovered quickly, giving me a tight smile. "Good morning, Miss White."Her tone was polite, but her eyes told a different story. They were guarded, concealing an uneasiness she was too proud to admit."Everything okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned."I'm fine," she replied a li
LILYI walked into the office, my mind racing with the tasks I had to complete. But as I settled into my desk, I noticed a stack of files that weren't there the day before. I picked up the topmost file and skimmed through it. My eyes widened as I realized the amount of work added to my plate."Good morning, Miss White." Chloe greeted me, her voice dripping with faux sweetness. She was leaning against my desk, a smug smile on her lips."Oh, hi, Miss Johnson. You’re early today," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. When I approached the stack of files on my desk, I asked, "Is this all for me?"Chloe's smile widened. "Yes, they are. I thought you could handle them."I felt a knot forming in my stomach. I knew what Chloe was doing. She was trying to sabotage me and make me fail. But I couldn't let her see that I was affected."Oh... okay. I'll try to check all of them as soon as I'm done with the reports," I said, forcing a smile on my face."Good. While you're on that, add these f
LILYThe morning was a blur of paperwork and Chloe's smug face. I was so engrossed in my work that I almost forgot to purchase the medicine from the prescription note on my desk. It was written in Sir Maverick's handwriting. As I rushed to the pharmacy, I couldn't help but wonder why Sir Maverick had left a prescription note on my desk.His handwriting was always distinctive, but it seemed more urgent than usual this time. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he needed a robust and potent medicine.'Does he have some sort of prostate ailment?' It was a request for a philter, a potent concoction that was often used for, well, intimate purposes.I was taken aback, but I assumed that Maverick had his reasons. Maybe it was a personal matter that he didn't want to discuss. I decided to respect his privacy and fetch the philter without asking any questions.When I returned to the office, I headed straight to Maverick's office, the small bag containing the philter clutched tightly in my han
MAVERICKThe morning after the incident, I walked into my office, the taste of last night's confrontation still bitter in my mouth. As I settled into my chair, I noticed a figure through the glass wall of my office. Lily stood by her desk, staring at a mountain of reports I had assigned her. Seeing her in relation to the sheer amount of paperwork was almost comical. Almost."Ms. White, in my office. Now!" I called out, interrupting my train of thought. I looked up to see her standing at the entrance of my office."Do you need anything, Sir?" she quickly asked as she stood before my desk.I replied curtly, my frustration evident in my tone. "I called you here to discuss the progress on those reports." Handing her some files, I ordered, "I need you to review and correct these by EOD." Ms. White nodded, her expression turning serious. "Understood, Sir. I'll prioritize these reports and ensure they are error-free by the end of the day." She took the files from my hand and turned to leave
LILYWhile I was at work, the shrill ring of my phone startled me, yanking me out of my deep concentration. I glanced at the caller ID, and my heart dropped. It was Rebecca, my foster mother. I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the conversation, and picked up the call."Mother, you called," I said, trying to keep my voice steady despite the churn inside me."Lily," Rebecca's voice was as cold as ice, devoid of warmth. "You need to come home immediately."My heart pounded in my chest. "What happened? Is everything okay?" I asked, my mind racing with possible scenarios."Don't ask questions; just come home," Rebecca snapped her words like a slap. Then, she ended the call abruptly.I sat there for a moment, the phone still in my hand, a sense of dread washing over me. I knew that a summons from Rebecca was never a good sign. I quickly packed up my things and left the office, my mind a whirlwind of worry and apprehension.The weekend came all too quickly. A chill ran down my spine as
LILYI was left with baffling emotions after the confrontation at White's residence. The revelation that Mia's boyfriend was Blake, my first love, left me feeling betrayed and confused. My will and determination to discover what happened to Blake persisted despite that.I started my investigation by recalling the time we had been together. The Whites, Beth's family, and The Evanses lived in one neighborhood. If I could gather any information from them, it would shed light on the situation. To be able to do this, I need to piece together the events that led to Blake's sudden indifference toward me.The last time we met was when we were in senior high. Blake told me about his parent's plan to move to another country, which distressed me. I remember spending hours discussing our future and how uncertain it seemed without each other.Blake promised to keep in touch, but after their move, communication became sporadic and eventually ceased altogether. I couldn't help but wonder if there wa
LILYThe morning sun barely peeked over the horizon as I went to work. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, all centered around Blake. His memory loss, new life, and relationship with Mia all felt like a bad dream. But the harsh reality was it wasn't a dream. It was my life, and I had to face it head-on.But I had to push those thoughts aside. I had to focus on my work and survive the day. As I entered the office, the usual hum of activity had a different undertone. The room was filled with whispers, with occasional sideways glances in my direction. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and palpable."Did you hear about Lily?" I overheard one of the staff, Sarah, whispering to her colleague, her voice barely above a hush."Yeah, Chloe said she's been stealing from the company," her colleague, Mark, replied, his eyes wide with disbelief."And that's not all," Sarah added, leaning closer to Mark. "She also said Lily seduced the CEO to get her promotion."Their words hit me like a
LILYThe day was a blur of numbers, spreadsheets, and endless cups of coffee. My mind was filled with tasks, deadlines, and the constant hum of office chatter. I was so engrossed in my work that I barely noticed the time passing. It was only when Joshua, my coworker, approached my desk that I realized it was already late in the afternoon."Hey, Lily," Joshua greeted me, leaning casually against my desk. "You've been working non-stop. How about we grab a meal after work?"I looked up, surprised. "Oh, Joshua, I usually work late."He shrugged with a friendly smile on his face. "Well, there's always a first time for everything. Besides, it's good to take a break once in a while."I hesitated, glancing at the pile of work still left on my desk. I had always been the type to work overtime and stay late until all my tasks were done. But something in Joshua's offer made me reconsider. It could be the chance to make a friend in the office or the simple prospect of a change in routine. After