Second First Impressions Novels & Stories

** Later that night I was thinking of the dyas events ans what had happened and I was grinning like the the furst time I was love struck bcak in high school. I'd never fallen in love with a person at first sight. And he seemed to be struck by ghe same thing thing that sruck me, his features could tell it all . As I was bluesing and out of this world my phone went off. I checked and found an unknown number. Everything inside me taht ut was him and I picked up. "Hello", I answered. Something felt like squeezing my throat. "Hello, Guess who?", he asked in his deep and husky voice spending chills down my spine.

He doesn't look appreciative at all. I log into the Account System with my mind still reeling at the thought of meeting the CEO. I printed out the Account Summary for the last quarter of the year and placed them neatly in the red folder. Still thinking if I should make an excuse, but that's absurd. It's my duty, and I'm being irrational. Maybe, I'll say I'm not feeling well. Perhaps, I'll reason my stomach suddenly got upset. I shook the ridiculous thought off. It's my first damn day, and I'm getting all anxious. I didn't like the feeling when I first laid my eyes on him this morning. It ruffled my confidence.

The more clearly the image in her mind was held as she thought, When she first met Jackson that night, she was so enraged that she almost immediately freaked out when she saw him screwing himself inside her. It took her some time to finally put everything into perspective. She began chasing her breath as she held it inside of her. She didn't trust what her mind was telling her, and as she left with a Jackson doppelganger rather than the Jackson she had been with, tears began to fall from her eyes. She don’t think she can face him.

my voice sounded unconvincing, and she caught on. “Oh my God! You really think I came over to threaten you?” she shook her head. “No, no. Why would you even think that?” Then she shut her eyes and rubbed her temples. “Okay, I can see why you’d think that. I mean, I understand... I didn’t exactly give off friendly vibes the few times we met. What is wrong with me? You’re my son’s wife, my first in-law. I should’ve been a lot friendlier...” I smiled at her. “It’s okay. First impressions are overrated.” I felt more relaxed now.

So I just just hang my head in shame. “I'm sorry ma, it won't happen again,” I said “You should know something that is called first impression.” She wasn't going to let me off easily. “I believe in first impressions, and from what I am seeing, “ she flicked her tongue, looking at me from head to toe. “I'm not impressed.” She said I wanted to tell her to try a second impression if there was anything like that. I know that I am a good worker. When I was with Alejandro, I had never come late, not even once.

Not like she is an older person, just a young lady like me and she would have to be giving instructions to those older than her, it's life, there's nothing they can do about that. "So you are gonna take me in now." I say with a smile, the thought of what Casmien sent to me wants to come up and kill my joy but I quickly brush it off before it extends further like cancer. I would never take to work, on my first day a negative feeling expression. All my staff would carefully assess me and whatever they observe of me today is what they might hold in their minds for the remaining part of their stay here. It's always said that first impressions last long, I don't want to create any negative reput

I turned my eyes to him, and he stopped instantly, swallowing his words. I had learned one thing in life: the very first impression was everything. If you bend the first day, people will always think they can break you. But if you shatter their pride before they can even lift it, they’ll never forget who they’re standing in front of. “Remove them from the building,” I commanded. The five employees blinked in shock, their mouths opening and closing like fish out of water. The others around them shifted nervously, the smiles on their faces trembling.

“I should have never snubbed you like that, it wasn’t the time or place for me to act that way towards you, it was wrong of me and I apologize.” Stella leaned into me as she stared at Tomi who stared back at her. I broke their silent standoff with my words. “Babe, she had apologized. Let it go.” “Sure.” Stella drawled. “First impression really don’t matter much, what does matter is the second one right?”

I shot her a glare, causing her to drop her gaze to the floor. I yawned, my eyes drooped, my hands weighed a ton by my sides, so I folded both hands before my stomach, gesturing to Vivain. "Let's go." She joined the train, following after me. Her voice lowered as I squinted, a tinge of concern creeping in. "How was it? It’s your first lesson, My Queen. They say first impressions last the longest." First impressions? I wondered. Her class could be considered good, but at the same time, I've never attended a class before. Maybe it's my novelty speaking. Maybe once it wore off, I'll have a different comment about it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the fascinating world of *first impressions*—that mysterious moment when you meet someone new and your brain goes haywire.” She gestured dramatically at the title slide, *The Science of First Impressions: Attraction, Fear, and the Brain’s Response.* Leo sighed so loudly that even Mr. Edwards raised an eyebrow. “Let’s start with attraction,” Natalie said, turning to face the room like a magician about to pull a rabbit out of her hat. “You know that feeling—sweaty palms, racing heart, the urge to say something clever but ending up sounding like a fool? That’s dopamine!”