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I thought tycoons his size didn't care who was or wasn't hired, at least not the janitorial staff. "She was desperate, sir. I just wanted to help her…" "I didn't know this was a charity, Miss Veronica." "I'm sending her away right now, sir." Oh my God... I knew it would end like this, just when I think something in my life is finally going to change for the better, the storms come and blow it all away again. I feel my eyes burning, how am I going to go back to Brazil? I am ashamed to ask for help from my teacher who has already done so much for me.

“You’re my family!” “And you were supposed to be Deja’s,” Mr. Moreau replied, not unkindly—but with an edge that left no room for argument. “But you made your choice.” Dominique turned to Deja one last time, eyes pleading, like she still thought she could find a crack in the wall. “This isn’t over,” Dominique hissed. “Actually, it kind of is,” Deja replied calmly. “But don’t worry, I hear the job market is great for former executives with a talent for creative spreadsheets. Maybe try fiction writing?”

COLLIN POV "I told you not to mess with that little harlot." Coach Briggs' voice was like nails on a blackboard right now and what he said made the veins in my neck bulge. "You have no idea what you're talking about. I haven't been messing with her; I've been trying to help her," I paused to slam my locker door before turning my glare on the head coach, "Something nobody in this community has tried to do yet."

Chloe’s POV When I arrived at the office, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the usual sidelong glances and whispers from my colleagues. But to my surprise, the atmosphere was completely different. The coworkers who usually ignored me now greeted me with unexpected politeness. “Good morning, Ms. Yates!” the receptionist chirped cheerfully as she stood to greet me. Kim Moore, who was usually indifferent, hurried to hold the door open for me. The biggest shock of all came from Amy, my longtime nemesis. The same woman who took every opportunity to undermine me now seemed like an entirely different person. She greeted me with a bright smile, offered to make me coffee, and even asked if I n

In just less than a month, the project had already yielded significant preliminary results. Emma specifically commended me three separate times during the course of the weekly meeting. She even declared, "You were clearly meant for this line of work, Calvin!" I acknowledged her praise with a slight smile and silence, thinking that I was indeed meant for this line of work. In my past life, had it not been for Ruth, I would have been standing exactly where I was now, rather than being confined within that gilded cage. Just as my professional life surged forward, Thomas began posting constant updates on his social feed.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the room. Especially not Skye’s. Skye – POV We offered her a job. She said yes. She became the new resident story coach for Rewrite. Her specialty? Legacy. Her first workshop was called What We Leave Behind. She opened the session by holding up one of Rachel’s letters. “This,” she said, “is what saved me.” And then she smiled at me. I smiled back. Because what she didn’t know was that she had become the ending Rachel always hoped for. Not fame.

She crossed her legs, resting the warm ceramic against her knee. The next twenty-four hours would fundamentally alter the collegiate landscape. Jeremiah Ashford, the untouchable captain who had boldly threatened Luca, was about to watch his entire legacy burn to the ground over an unsigned document. Athena Cole, the resilient, arrogant coach who thought she could rebuild her career from the ashes, would find herself permanently exiled from the only sport she knew. A slow, highly satisfied breath escaped her lips.

" I looked away. "I know how much pride means to you, but this..." She tapped the eviction letter. "This isn't just about pride anymore. You're out of a job, you're broke, and your ex is shacked up with your old boss. What do you have left to lose?" My throat tightened. She squeezed my hand. "Take control of the narrative, Ri. If life handed you a contract, maybe it's time you flipped the damn script." I stared at the card one more time.

“Yeah, that’s true. My work with Mr. Chen is almost done.” “And after that? Going back to your regular position?” I stirred my coffee. “Actually, I've been considering a change. Maybe resigning altogether.” “Really?” Lennox leaned in a bit. “Why’s that?” “I just feel like I need a change,” I said with a small shrug. “Something more meaningful, maybe.” Lennox nodded and took a deep breath. “What if I offered you a job? Not as a secretary or assistant, but... something else entirely.”