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This is her first visit to this type of establishment, so she has made the most of it. She accidently ran into someone while out touring. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you!" She apologized to the stranger. "No, you don't have to apologize! It's my fault! Sorry because my vision is a little blurry!" exclaimed the man. He's wearing eyeglasses, an unbuttoned shirt, and matching shorts to show off his six pack abs. Mortani swiftly shifted her look elsewhere. "Uhm! I'm Jace Ricafort, what's your name, pretty lady?" he inquired, smiling and offering his right hand for a handshake.

“Just… give me a second chance. Not as your boyfriend. As your friend. I promise I won’t hurt you again. Please, Carmen.” She let out a breath and thought for a moment. “Alright… friends?” she said, extending her hand. “Yeah, friends!” I grinned and shook it. “Thank you, Carmen. I’m so happy right now.” “You’re welcome, Blake.” “So, what do you do now?” I asked. She looked at me for a moment, then answered, “Actually… I’m not working at the moment. I got fired two days ago.” “What?” I stared in disbelief. “But why?”

The only outlet she had was a blog she had and, a couple of stories she wrote not escape from reality, but make sense of it. For Cleo everyday had a routine. Wake up, clean up, and go to gym clock in a couple of kilometers if not fifty then a hundred, take the Gautrain to work and make it to the office before everyone else so that she could get a head start on what needed to be done before the day was done. Breakfast was Branch and by the time the day was done she had done a million and one things some of which made sense and well some were just plain confusing .For a Media and Sports graduate Cleo was doing well... Or so she thought. Cleo wanted to be sports writer, PR and media practitione

She worked with a writing coach to strengthen her narrative voice and structure. By the twins' third birthday, she had a complete manuscript: "From Coffee Spill to Policy Hill: One Woman's Journey from Poverty to Purpose." "That's a terrible title," her editor said kindly during their first review call. "But the book itself is extraordinary. Let's workshop the title, but the content is powerful. You've written something that's going to resonate with a lot of people." They landed on a better title: "Spillover: How One Accident Changed Everything." The cover featured a coffee cup tipped over, coffee forming a path that led forward. Simple, evocative, perfect.

I continued reading, diving back into the intense narrative that, somehow, now merged with our reality in that office committed to secrets and desires. His eyes sparkled with daring as I took out my notebook and opened my book. My skin blushed with shyness, and I bit my lip, feeling my boss's perceptive eyes examine every little detail of my reactions. “Mika entered the nightclub, determined to bury the wounds caused by an ex who had hurt her deeply. Inside, she encountered a promising young man willing to guide her through overcoming pain and fears. Pleasure then became her refuge." My voice faltered as I noticed the CEO's change in posture and his more intense gaze staring at me. This enig

Anyway, I’m pretty many are not familiar with the concept I’m using in this story. First of all, The Ascension, previously titled ‘The Fate Changer’s Ascension’ and ‘Dear Mr. Fate Changer’ is my first book ever. I wrote it December of 2018. I was never trained in writing or have any whatsoever background on how to write a story. Lol, my major in college is Mathematics.

My voice hitched when I admitted I had been scared to try more. Rachel nodded as if she understood completely. “You know, half the people I work with don’t have linear careers anymore. Gaps, pivots, reinventions, it’s normal.” Her matter-of-fact tone did something to me. Like she was reminding me that I had not fallen off the map, but I had just taken the scenic route back.

This once successful man who has many businesses to his name and now his daughters want to ruin his hard work. Teresa was just boarding her car when Jemima showed her the top news on her phone, " Anonymous buys thirty percent of Luca shares" that was the headline. She smiled as she returned the phone to her assistant. She knew who had done this but since he didn't say anything, she would pretend not to know and wait for the surprise. She boarded the car and the driver zoomed off. " Did you find the Information I asked you about?" She asked Jemima, who was sitting in the front seat.

“You were supposed to be temporary. A mistake I could bury before it ruined my life.” Aiden’s jaw tightened. “A mistake?” he repeated quietly. “Yes.” The word landed harder than a slap. For a moment, silence swallowed the room. Then Aiden laughed softly, but there was no humor in it. “You know what hurts the most?” he asked. “I walked into your life pretending to play a role. But somewhere along the line, you became real to me.” Ella felt her chest tighten painfully. She turned away before he could see it. “I’m ending the contract,” she said firmly. “Don’t call me. Don’t come looking for me again.”

Only one thing that could make everything right. I took a deep breath, preparing myself to ask the impossible. "There's only one thing I want," I said, my voice clear and unwavering. "I want you to rehire Andrew. I want you to make him the coach again." Ms. Hawthorne looked at me, her eyes wide with shock and disbelief. She didn't say anything for a long moment, her silence a loud exclamation. Then, she let out a long, weary sigh.