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A story that talks about her hidden darkness 🕳️🕳️
*HOW IT ALL STARTED*
CATHY P.O.V
"This is Williams from Amazon Company. We received your application, and we'd like you to come in for an interview."
My heart skipped. "Seriously?" I gasped, stunned.
"Yes, ma'am. Can you make it this morning?"
"Don't worry—I'll be there!" I said quickly, trying to contain my excitement.
The moment the call ended, I dashed to the bathroom. I scrubbed myself clean in record time, slipped into my best clothes, and checked the mirror twice. I needed to look good, confident, and—above all—presentable.
With my heart pounding in my chest, I rushed to the nearest bus station, determined to be early for the interview that could finally change my life.
At Amazon Company
By the time I arrived, I was already nervous, but I tried my best to remain patient as I waited for them to call my name. The waiting area was filled with the quiet hum of footsteps and muffled conversations. My thoughts, however, were louder than everything around me. What if I fail? What if they don't like me? What if this is just another disappointment?
I clasped my hands tightly in my lap, trying to keep them from shaking. Just then, the door opened, and a fine-looking lady in a fitted blue suit stepped out. Her heels clicked confidently against the tiled floor as her sharp eyes swept across the room.
"Who's Christopher Cathy?" she asked, her voice crisp and professional.
Immediately, I jumped to my feet, raising my hand so fast I nearly startled myself. "Me! Me, ma'am!" I blurted out, my voice a little higher than I intended.
Her lips curved into a polite smile. "Follow me."
Without hesitation, I grabbed my purse and rushed to her side, trailing behind her as she led me down a long corridor. My heart was pounding against my chest with every step I took. Breathe, Cathy, breathe, I reminded myself, but even my own words felt weak.
When she finally pushed open a door, I stepped into the interview room—and froze.
Sitting behind the large mahogany desk was a man I instantly recognized. My eyes widened. He was the same man I had seen earlier that morning at the bus station. His sharp suit, the stern expression on his face, the way he sat with confidence—it was him.
My heartbeat quickened, thudding so hard I thought the entire room could hear it. Why him? Out of all people, why does it have to be him?
The man's gaze lifted, and our eyes met. For a moment, I felt stripped bare under the intensity of his stare. I swallowed hard, forcing myself to summon the courage I wasn't sure I had.
"G–Good morning, sir," I managed to say, my voice trembling as the words left my lips.
He didn't answer right away. He just looked at me—measured, calculated, as if he could see right through my nervousness. My fingers tightened around my purse as I fought the urge to look away.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he leaned back slightly in his chair. "Sit down, Miss Cathy," he said, his tone deep and unreadable.
I obeyed, lowering myself into the chair opposite him. My knees were weak, my breath shallow, but I kept my head high. This was the moment I had been waiting for, and no matter how fast my heart was racing, I knew I couldn't afford to mess it up.
Jasper's POV
Finally, I saw her again.
She was even more breathtaking than I remembered—beautiful, sharp, and intelligent. The moment she stepped into the room, I felt a spark ignite inside me, something I couldn't quite explain. I know many of you might be wondering why I insisted on being the one to interview her personally. The truth is, ever since yesterday, after catching a glimpse of her at the bus station, I haven't been able to rest. Something about her—her presence, her aura—captivated me.
And now, by some twist of fate, she had applied to my company. Fortune was smiling on me.
She sat nervously in the chair across from my desk, clutching her purse as though it were her lifeline. I had to steady myself, reminding my heart not to race too fast. Stay professional, Jasper. Don't let it show.
"Hi, Cathy," I greeted, my tone calm though inside I was anything but. Truly, she's catchy, I thought, stealing another glance at the way she held herself—unsure yet determined.
She responded politely, though her voice trembled. I could sense her anxiety, but beneath it, I also saw strength.
"Now," I said, folding my hands on the desk and leaning forward, "tell me all you know about the position I'm considering for you."
Her eyes lit up with a quiet confidence as she began to speak. She explained the duties with clarity and insight, her answers precise yet inspiring. With each word, I became more certain—she wasn't just another candidate. She was exactly what I needed.
I asked her a few more questions, testing her knowledge, her patience, and her composure. She answered them all, not perfectly, but with a kind of honesty and drive that was rare. I found myself admiring not just her intelligence, but her resilience.
Finally, I leaned back, studying her for a moment before speaking. "From now on, you will become my secretary."
Her eyes widened. "What?!"
"Yes," I repeated firmly, unable to hide the hint of satisfaction in my voice. "From tomorrow morning, you will resume work here as my personal secretary."
She looked stunned, as though the weight of my words hadn't fully settled in yet. I could almost see the questions racing through her mind, the disbelief mixing with excitement.
Before she could respond, I stood up and straightened my suit jacket. "That will be all for now," I said, giving her a final look that lingered longer than it should have. "Congratulations, Miss Cathy. I'll see you tomorrow."
With that, I excused myself from the office, leaving her in shock. But deep inside, I was smiling. Fate had played its hand, and I wasn't going to waste the chance it had given me.
Cathy's POV
This was just like a dream come true. I couldn't believe it—I had actually gotten the position. My heart danced with joy as I walked down the alley, replaying the interview in my head over and over again. Me? A secretary at Amazon Company? This must be fate.
By the time I reached the bus station, I spotted him again—our boss, Mr. Jasper. He was boarding the bus, tall and composed, his presence impossible to miss. And in case you're wondering how I already knew his name, I'll tell you: I had seen it neatly engraved on the name tag resting on his desk. That's how.
My excitement doubled, and before I could talk myself out of it, I rushed toward the bus. This was my chance. I wanted to say something—anything—to show him my gratitude.
"Hi, Mr. Jasper," I greeted, flashing the warmest, most genuine smile I could manage.
He glanced at me, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Hey, Cathy," he replied, his tone steady, his gaze unreadable.
Still, my heart soared. He remembered my name! That alone felt like a victory.
"Sir, I wanted to use this opportunity to thank you for giving me the chance to work at your company," I began eagerly, words tumbling out in a rush. "I promise I won't fail you and I'll make sure that—"
But before I could finish, he rose from his seat and stepped toward the door. He gave me one last look—brief, lingering, almost as though he wanted to say something—but instead, he turned and stepped off the bus.
I froze, my words dying on my lips. Watching him disappear into the crowd, I clenched my fists, my heart sinking.
"Damn it," I muttered under my breath, heat rising to my cheeks. The sting of embarrassment settled in, but beneath it all, curiosity grew stronger. Why had he left so suddenly? And what exactly was he hiding behind those unreadable eyes?
Watch out for chapter 2 🥹🥹
To be continued....
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