登入I packed the last suitcase into the back of the taxi and paused, my gaze lingering on the building that had been my home, my apartment, my safe haven. As the taxi pulled away, it slowly faded into the distance - until it became just another memory I was leaving behind. I didn't look back again.
At the airport, I paid the driver and dragged my luggage inside, swept up in the crowd of people chasing somewhere new. When I boarded the plane, I found my seat beside an elderly couple who seemed to have lived a thousand lifetimes together. They smiled at me warmly, their eyes crinkling at the corners.
Before I knew it, they were telling me their story - how they met over forty years ago. Their voices were filled with laughter, memories, and a kind of love that felt rare and precious. I smiled and listened, letting their story distract me from the weight sitting in my chest. For a while, it worked - their words wove a spell around me, and I forgot about everything else.
But soon my mind started to drift. When they finally fell asleep, I sighed inwardly, relief washing over me. Not because they were annoying - they weren't - but because my thoughts were loud, and I needed silence. My past always found me in quiet moments, creeping in like a thief in the night.
I remembered being ten years old, stepping into my adoptive parents' home for the first time. They never made me feel unwanted - they loved me like I was truly theirs. At seventeen, during my final year of high school, Mom got pregnant. This time, it wasn't another miscarriage. We were overjoyed - the house felt alive again, hope filling every corner. But that hope didn't last.
That same day, Mom and I went grocery shopping. She was driving, and I was excitedly telling her about an introductory architecture book I couldn't stop reading. I was talking, laughing... and then headlights. A car came out of nowhere - too fast. The next thing I knew, I woke up in a hospital bed. Mom stayed in a coma for over a year. To save her life, they had to remove the baby. She never woke up. The machines stopped blinking, and with them, everything changed. Dad was never the same - his first and only love was gone, and the light in his eyes went with her. Hospital bills drained everything we had. If not for the scholarship I won to study architecture, I wouldn't have gone to college at all.
I swallowed hard as the memory faded. "Please fasten your seatbelts," the air hostess announced, her voice piercing the silence. "We'll be landing shortly." I turned to the window, watching as the city lights appeared beneath the clouds - New York. A place full of strangers, opportunities, fear, and hope. I clenched my hands together, determination settling deep inside me. I had to find a good job, take care of Dad - failure wasn't an option. I took one last look at my reflection in the glass and whispered quietly, "New York... here I come."
I trudged into the cafeteria, my appetite having vanished by the time I arrived. The smell of food - fried chicken, rice, coffee - turned my stomach, making it roil with a queasy unease that had nothing to do with hunger. My mind was still stuck in Liam Reed's office, the memory of his cold voice echoing in my head like a mantra. I scanned the room, my eyes locking onto Chris and Riele at their usual table near the windows. Chris caught my gaze first."Whoa," he said, half rising from his seat, his brow furrowed with concern. "You look like you've seen a ghost.""Worse," I muttered, dropping my bag and sinking into the seat beside them, feeling like I'd been punched in the gut.Riele leaned forward, worry etched on her face. "What happened? Why did the assistant call you like that?" Her voice was low and gentle, but it was laced with a concern that made my heart sink.I hesitated, unsure how to put into words the sense of unease that had settled over me. Saying it out loud made it fee
Silence followed me like a shadow as I walked out of the conference room. Every step felt heavy, the weight of the entire department's gaze burning into my back. I could sense Jenna's glare without even turning around - it was like a cold draft on the back of my neck. Whispers trailed me down the hallway, and I kept my head down, my eyes fixed on the floor.I made my way to where Chris and Riele were waiting, the only two people I could call friends in this place. Just as I reached their area, a voice cut through the murmur. "Emily." I froze, my heart skipping a beat.Turning slowly, I saw Mr. Reed's assistant standing a few feet away, her expression neutral. "The CEO wants to see you. Now." My heart skipped again, and I nodded, swallowing hard, as I followed her down a quiet corridor I'd never been to before. The farther we walked, the quieter the building became, the air growing colder with each step.She stopped in front of a tall, dark door, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.
I'd been at Reed's Global for a week, and it felt like an eternity. Exhaustion clung to me like a damp shroud, and tension simmered just below the surface, waiting to boil over. That morning, I woke up feeling drained, my stomach twisted into knots. We were presenting to the CEO today, and the thought alone made my nerves skitter.I'd stayed up past midnight, pouring my heart into the project, and had sent it to Jenna, our team lead, as instructed. But when she replied hours later, telling me to submit my final design, I was taken aback - I could've sworn I'd already done that. A nagging doubt crept in, but I pushed it aside.I dressed with care, opting for my usual professional look: a grey knee-length skirt, a sky-blue blouse, and one-inch heels that clicked on the floor. My hair was neatly brushed and packed into a low bun, a simple yet polished finish. As I arrived at the office, I dropped my bag at my desk and followed my teammates to the conference room, the air thick with tensi
I muttered, my voice shaking, "Oh... you work here too?" The question sounded foolish the moment it left my lips. His presence screamed authority, and a shiver of fear ran down my spine for reasons I couldn't quite explain. I hadn't even noticed the elevator had stopped moving.Then, he spoke, his voice sharp as a knife. "What the hell are you doing in my company?" he demanded. "And how dare you use my personal elevator?" I froze, my heart racing like a wild animal."Are y-you... Mr. Reed?" I whispered, my voice barely audible. He didn't answer. Instead, he grabbed my wrist tightly and dragged me out of the elevator, his grip rough enough to make me stumble."Don't let me ever see you in this company again," he snapped, his words cold and menacing. "You ruined my outfit the other day - I let that go. Now you're in my company, inside my elevator, acting innocent?" His grip tightened, like a vice. "Is that the new trick you gold diggers use to trap rich men?" Tears spilled down my cheek
I woke up ridiculously early, my body buzzing with excitement like a live wire. Today was my first day at Reed's Global, and sleep had been a lost cause. I couldn't shake the feeling that this was it, the start of something big.I jumped out of bed and got ready in record time, smoothing my long, wavy brown hair into a neat bun. A quick glance in the mirror and I nodded, satisfied - I looked the part. My outfit was simple, yet professional: a knee-length brown pencil skirt, a cream silk blouse tucked in, brown pointed flats, and a matching brown bag. Safe, but not boring.As I locked my door, I caught Mary, my elderly neighbor, outside with her fluffy brown cat curled up in her arms. She smiled and wished me luck, and that small gesture warmed my heart. I headed down the long staircase and straight into a waiting taxi.The drive took an eternity - almost an hour and a half. But I was glad I'd woken up early; showing up late on my first day would've been a disaster. When the taxi final
“Can’t you look where you’re going?” a man's voice cut through me like ice. I looked up at the stranger I'd bumped into - he was good-looking, but his tone was venomous. My heart pounded as I met his gaze.“I-I’m so sorry,” I stammered, my throat tightening. “I didn’t mean to—”He laughed, a dark, mirthless sound that sent shivers down my spine. “Can your apologies replace the clothes you just ruined with that cheap drink of yours?” he asked coldly.My head dropped, tears blurring my vision as shame burned through me. I couldn't find the words to respond. When I didn't speak, he scoffed, muttered something under his breath, and walked away, leaving me standing there like I didn't matter. Like I was invisible.I stood there for what felt like hours, though it was probably just a minute. Slowly, I walked to the trash bin and threw away the muffin and what was left of my milkshake. My clothes were stained too - and somehow, it was all my fault.Why was it always like this? Why did people







