First day at work

Felix’s POV

“Babe, get up. It’s morning already,” I hear Ella’s sweet but firm voice. She's gently nudging me awake, her hands lightly shaking my shoulder.

“Babe, it’s still early,” I murmur, my voice groggy with sleep. My body feels glued to the bed. I just want a few more minutes to finish the amazing dream I was having. Why does morning have to come so quickly?

I turn my head slightly and squint at the alarm clock on the nightstand. It’s 5:30 a.m. I had set my alarm for 6:00 a.m.—half an hour left! Thirty precious minutes that could mean the difference between exhaustion and being fully recharged. I groan softly.

“Babe, my alarm hasn’t even rung yet, and you’re waking me up. I’m still sleepy,” I complain, curling myself deeper into the warmth of the blanket.

Ella, of course, isn’t having it.

“Stop it, please,” she says playfully but firmly. “Wake up already so you can prepare yourself properly. Remember, an early bird catches the worm.”

That line again. She always uses that quote when I’m being lazy. And as always, it works. I sigh and slowly sit up. She’s right—there’s no benefit in delaying. Being lazy won't help me achieve anything.

Truthfully, I’m so thankful she spent the night at my place. “Babe, I’ll sleep over because I know you too well. You might not wake up on time tomorrow, and you can't be late on your first day,” she had said with a knowing smile.

She was absolutely right. If it weren’t for her, I probably would have overslept—even with the alarm blaring beside me. It’s like she knows my habits better than I do.

After freshening up and getting dressed, I gather my things.

“Have a nice day, babe. May this day bring you luck,” Ella says, holding my hand tightly as I prepare to leave. Her eyes are filled with encouragement. “Remember to have courage, okay? That’s the most important thing. I believe in you. And I know you’re going to give your best.”

She leans in and plants a gentle kiss on my cheek. That simple touch fills me with warmth. With her love and support, I feel like I can take on anything the world throws at me. She really is my lucky charm.

Since it was my first day at the new job, I made sure to hurry so I could arrive early and make a good first impression. I had no idea what to expect, so I didn’t want to take any chances.

When I reached the office building, I was taken aback. It was massive—modern architecture, glass walls, and polished floors. Everything about it screamed wealth and prestige. The receptionist was already at her desk, and she greeted me with a polite smile before directing me to a waiting area.

I sat there quietly, observing my surroundings. Only a few employees had arrived. The silence made me feel slightly restless. My palms were sweating. I just hoped everything would go smoothly.

Within an hour, more workers started arriving, filling the office with soft chatter and activity. It was clear this was a big company—dozens of employees, neatly dressed, walking confidently to their departments. I was in awe. Anyone who owned and managed an office this grand had to be a billionaire or someone very close to it.

I couldn’t help but feel incredibly lucky to have secured a job here. With only a few years of experience under my belt, it still amazed me that they had decided to give me a chance. I promised myself in that moment: I won’t let them down. I’ll give my best—every single day.

“Hello, Mr. Felix. Welcome to our company,” I heard a voice say from behind me.

I turned and saw a well-dressed man smiling warmly at me, his hand extended in greeting.

“Hello, sir,” I said respectfully as I shook his hand.

“Congratulations. I’m the manager here. Let me show you around and get you settled at your workstation,” he said.

I followed him, and he gave me a quick tour of the office—introducing me to a few people and showing me the different departments. The place was even more impressive on the inside. Every space was professionally arranged, the atmosphere busy but organized.

A few minutes later, I was led to my desk. I could barely contain my excitement. My own desk—with a computer and everything! It felt surreal.

I started working immediately. There was no time to waste—piles of manuscripts and documents needed editing. The workload was heavy, but I didn’t mind. I was grateful to be here.

One thing I couldn’t ignore, however, was how many female workers were in the office. And not just any women—they were stunning. Elegant, graceful, well-dressed. Since my workstation was in an open-plan area, it was hard not to notice them as they passed by.

Honestly, if I wasn’t already in a committed relationship with Ella, I might have been tempted. It would have been ridiculously easy to find someone in a place like this.

“This is going to be an interesting place to work,” I thought to myself with a small grin. “I just hope I get along well with my colleagues… especially the female ones.”

Thankfully, I had my lunch packed. Ella had insisted on it this morning, knowing how picky I was with food. I don’t like eating from public places—especially on my first day. She had thought of everything.

“What would I do without her?” I wondered. Her prayers, her encouragement, her presence… It’s because of her that I got this job in the first place. And I’ll make sure I never lose it.

The day went by faster than I expected. The work was intense but manageable. Whenever I got stuck, someone was always willing to help. I liked the team already—they seemed friendly and cooperative.

After work, I decided to surprise Ella. It had been a while since we’d gone out on a real date. Despite all the wealth and comfort she had, she was the simplest girl I knew. She never asked for much. I knew she’d be eagerly waiting to hear how my first day had gone.

As I was packing up, I almost left my lunch box behind. A wave of embarrassment hit me—no one else had brought a lunch box today. Everyone else seemed to just buy food from the office cafeteria. I felt a little out of place, but oh well. I liked my packed lunch better anyway.

Just as I was walking out of the office, I bumped into someone. Our shoulders collided, and before I knew it, all the files she was carrying scattered across the floor.

“I’m so sorry, madam,” I said immediately, bending down to help her gather the papers.

As I looked up, I was momentarily stunned. She was… breathtaking. Tall and slender, with long dark hair that flowed over her shoulders, big expressive eyes, and smooth light skin that practically glowed. She had a natural elegance that made it hard to look away.

“It’s okay. No worries,” she said casually as she took the files from my hands and walked off.

I stood there, still holding one folder, watching her walk away. Something about her had just pulled my focus completely. I didn’t even catch her name.

“What just happened?” I asked myself, still dazed.

I shook the thoughts from my head, grabbed my bag, and left the office. I had a date to plan—and a story to tell Ella.

Whatever that moment was, I was sure of one thing: Ella was my everything. And I wouldn’t let anything change that.