MasukRAVEN POV."Don't worry," Theodore chimed in with a confident smile. "I'll run over and get him to sign on it.""You have to hand deliver it?" Mrs. Linda asked, her mouth agape."That's how chairmen's sons are," another colleague muttered with a sigh.Suddenly, Theodore’s phone rang. Pulling it out, he answered with a polite, stiff tone. "Yes, ma'am? Right now? I'll be up, okay." He hung up, panic flickering across his face. "The director is asking to see me.""What about our report?" I asked, stepping forward anxiously as the others looked on in dismay.Before Theodore could respond and dart away, i made a decisive pivot. "I'll go and get him to sign on it," i declared, grabbing the documents. "Would you do that?" Theodore asked, caught off guard."Sure," i replied, my eyes narrowing with a mission. "Where is he right now?"Miles away at an exclusive, dimly lit indoor swimming pool, the ambient water shimmered under architectural lights.Dorian stood at the edge, water dripping fr
RAVEN POV.The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed with restless morning energy. At my desk, I clutched a file folder, my expression tense as I watched Mr. Jules approach my desk."Mr. Jules, can I speak to you for a moment?" I whispered anxiously, leaning forward.Mr. Jules stopped, turning to my direction with a slight nod. "Is Mr. Dorian not coming in today?" I asked."No, he said he won't be in," Mr. Jules."Why?" I gasped."I'm not sure. He didn't tell me why," Mr. Jules muttered, glancing away awkwardly before walking off.I stared after him, utterly bewildered. “How could he not show up? What if he gets fired.”"He won't get fired," a sharp voice interrupted, It was mrs Linda."He can't get fired," Mrs Linda repeated, tapping her pen against her chin. "That's why he skips work whenever wants.”"And Why is that?" I and a couple of other nearby coworkers leaned in closer."Mr. Dorian is the son of the chairman of our company.""What?" I breathed, my eyes widening in absolute
Thwack!The dart landed squarely on the dartboard hanging on the wall. Meanwhile, out at the chilly testing ground, the night air was heavy with dampness and smoke. Raven pulled her jacket tightly around herself, exhaling a shuddering breath. "Come on," she whispered to herself, forcing a faint, deprecating smile. "You expected as much. I should be thankful that he's letting me stay. Beggars can't be choosers, this is no time to be picky." She crouched down by the blue drum furnace, stoking the woods with a metal poker. Sparks danced into the air as water bubbled fiercely in the massive stainless-steel pot above. Using long tongs, Raven methodically submerged the glass baby bottles into the boiling water, timing each cycle strictly. She pulled them out, placed them on the drying rack, and carefully lifted a measurement grid over each bottle. Using a digital caliper, she painstakingly measured the height, width, and circumference, recording every single datapoint onto a clipb
RAVEN POV.I reached down and pulled out a small plastic wrap from my bag. In my head, the memory of my mother played, the hospital gown, worn hands pressing the food into mine. A tear slipped down my cheek “Mom” taking a steady breath as reality crashed back in. “I need to think about my mom first. Awkwardness? Who cares about that? I can endure it all.”With renewed determination, I gathered my resignation papers and set my mind for the storm awaiting.The next morning, the corporate towers of Natural BeBe stood against a clear sky. Inside the bustling open plan office, employees were hard at work at their desks. Suddenly, the office doors swung open, and Team Leader Dorian strode through in a black suit and tie, his hands tucked into his pockets. "You're here, Mr. Dorian!" one of the senior team members gasped.immediately standing up from her desk with a bright smile. "Good morning, Mr. Dorian," others chimed in cheerfully. Dorian offered a casual wave as he walked pas
Miles away, the atmosphere was entirely different. Down a neighborhood lane, Caris navigated using her smartphone. She wore a soft burgundy dress layered under a cream colored fuzzy jacket, pearls glistening around her neck. KIM BABY STUDIO, a sign read. She stopped, looking around the courtyard area. Amidst modern architectures, Justin in a striped sweater and was hard at work. He knelt on the ground, holding a professional camera with a telephoto lens. "All right, look over here," Justin called out cheerfully, his face breaking into a smile as he snapped a photo. "That's nice.”He continued shooting, directing his subjects with uncontainable enthusiasm. "My goodness, you look like a prince!" He shifted angles, shouting, "Over here! Over here, Brim!" Standing nearby by the low fence, Caris watched the scene unfold with a calculating gaze.Justin sat down on a wooden bench outside, catching his breath. Caris walked over and took a seat right next to him. He looked over, star
"This is a TF team comprised of mothers with children under six years old," the executive continued, gesturing to the four women. Dorian gaze shifted to the group, his face hardening as the word echoed in his mind. "Mothers? She’s a mother!” Seated later in the conference room, Dorian rested his chin on his hand, looking distinctly unimpressed. "The Mother TF Team was created under special orders from the chairman with high expectations," another official explained. "After six months, we're looking to offer permanent positions based on achievement. So please, give it your all". The other team members nodded eagerly.Dorian merely sat back, maintaining his detached posture, looking at Raven.Director Louis turned toward him, her voice tight. "Mr. Dorian, would you like to say a few words?" Dorian stared at Raven silently while Raven lowered her head trying to hide her face. Another colleague nudged him gently. Dorian blinked, breaking out of his trance. shifting upright. He







