Third POVA middle-aged woman, with her gracefully aging features, offered a friendly wave to a young girl. Her stunning red gown complemented her equally radiant lipstick and the makeup she wore concealed the natural signs of age, transforming her into a youthful woman who could have passed for someone in her thirties.Kate slowly lowered her hand as she watched her daughter disappear from view, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled a contented sigh. A fan as exquisite as a work of art was produced from her purse, and she waved it with a flourish, as though she were royalty.Kate walked with an air of poise and confidence, her hips swaying with the kind of effortless grace that can only come from years of self-assurance. Her body was a work of art, even in her maturity, and one could sense the allure that must have drawn people to her in her youth.The sleek silhouette of her Bugatti Veyron stood out among the other vehicles in the parking lot, and she strode towards it with a sense
Third POV "Father?" Kate called out, her voice echoing through the vast emptiness of the living room. The room was impeccably clean, with not a speck of dust to be seen, but there was no sign of her father. Only the servants were there, busying themselves with their chores. Exhaustion washed over her, and she sank down onto the plush velvet couch, leaning back into the soft cushions. "Get me an iced water, now!" Kate snapped, the frustration clear in her tone. She felt the heat rising within her, and she needed something to cool her down.A maid quickly scurried off to get the iced water, her footsteps echoing on the marble floor. She soon returned, carrying a tall glass filled with ice and cool, refreshing water. She placed it on the table in front of Kate, who reached for it gratefully. The maid stood motionless, waiting for Kate to dismiss her. She was trained never to leave the room until she was explicitly told to do so. She watched as Kate gestured for her to go, and she bow
Abigail's POV ***I approached the door to the office, and as I drew near, it slid open effortlessly, almost as if it was beckoning me inside. The door was clearly high-tech, a marvel of modern engineering. Its smooth, gleaming surface reflected the fluorescent lights above. "Welcome, Abigail," the woman said warmly, gesturing to the chair across from her. "My name is Elena, and I'll be reviewing your application documents today." The room was well-lit and inviting, and Elena's smile put me at ease.With a quick, curt nod, I took my seat, the smile still plastered on my face."It's nice to meet you, Ms. Elena," I said, extending my hand for a handshake. She took it in hers.I took in the crisp, perfectly-ironed blue shirt she was wearing, and noticed the carefully applied makeup on her face. Her hair was immaculately styled, and every detail of her appearance was flawless as if she'd just stepped out of a fashion magazine. Ms. Elena adjusted the rim of her glasses and leafed through
Abigail's POV *** "A meeting?" I mused to myself, the words echoing in my head. I knew I had to get there on time and make a good impression, especially since it was my first day on the job. I couldn't afford to make a bad first impression.After carefully adjusting my dress, I took a deep breath and checked my reflection in the mirror. The silk gown shimmered in the light, and I made sure the fabric was smooth and wrinkle-free. It didn't take long to find the executive floor, thanks to the clearly marked signs and helpful staffs. The elevator whisked me up to the correct level, and I stepped out into a gleaming hallway, decorated with fine art and luxurious furnishings.I entered the room, the door creaking slightly as it closed behind me. Inside, a group of people were gathered around a large table, and they turned to look at me in unison. I felt their collective gaze on me, like a spotlight shining down on me from above. I tried to keep my composure as I looked around the room u
Abigail's POV *** After what felt like hours of endless discussions, the meeting finally came to an end.I stepped into my office, and the sight that greeted me was a mountain of paperwork, neatly arranged on my desk.My forehead creased as I picked up one of the files and studied it, wondering how it had ended up on my desk.The contents of the file indicated that it was meant for the CEO, so I knew I would have to hand-deliver it to his office.Suddenly, it all made sense - the file was a list of designs that we had been assigned to work on. Elena had mentioned something about it earlier on her way out of her office.As much as I hated the idea, I didn't have a choice and maybe I could get on his good side but with the way he looked at me in the meeting room, I knew I stood no chance.I grabbed the files and held them close to my chest. If it meant walking into the den of the lion to keep my job then I would.There was something about my new boss that irked me, and I couldn't shake
Abigail POV***"Could you prepare a macchiato espresso using the coffee machine?"Reluctantly, I turned to face him, feeling a pang of irritation. What did he think I was? I wasn't a coffee maker; I was his personal assistant.But despite my reluctance, I couldn't refuse. I didn't have a choice; my job was at stake."Yes, of course," I responded, my voice coming out slightly stiff. With measured steps, I walked back to the table and carefully set down the files.I made my way over to the coffee maker, which was somewhere in his office.It took me a while to prepare it, but when I finished, I reached out to hand him his freshly made coffee."Here it is"The scalding heat from the coffee burned my fingertips as I held it, but I gritted my teeth and endured the discomfort, silently urging him to take it from my outstretched hand."Take a sip," he instructed, his tone firm.I shook my head in protest, signaling that I couldn't drink something that wasn't intended for me."I'm sorry, but
Abigail's POV***A lump rose in my throat and I held back the tears that threatened to spill from my eyes. I couldn't help but wonder, "Why did he hate me so much?" Feeling devastated and angry at myself, I knew I should have been more careful with the cup of coffee.I heard a familiar sound behind me, a sound I knew so well - the sound of John's footsteps. "Hey, Abigail!" he called out, and I turned to see his friendly face.Even though he seemed to be struggling to catch his breath, he still wore his usual big smile."Hey, want to come join us in the cafeteria for lunch?" he asked, his eyes filled with hope, and I responded with a nod of agreement."Absolutely!" I giggled, hoping my laughter would hide the sadness I felt inside.The thought of grabbing lunch with my coworkers didn't sound bad. I mean, it could be a nice opportunity to mingle and really get to know the people around here.I thought it was high time I make more of an effort to connect with the people I work alongside
Abigail's POV***Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at the image reflected back at me.The red lipstick I wore perfectly complemented my knee-length gown, which I had chosen earlier in the morning after Audrey left for school on the bus.It was time for me to head to work, which is why I opted for this simple yet elegant dress. Luckily, it wasn't showing too much, and I stole a quick glance at the small slit positioned just above my knee.Five minutes had passed since I ordered for a ride online and I was expecting the driver to get here soon.A sharp honking sound pierced through the air, signaling his arrival.There wasn't much to take so I grabbed my purse and I was ready to go.After twenty minutes, I arrived at the company, offering greetings to everyone I encountered on my way in."What lovely people," I thought to myself as they greeted me back with a warm smile.I checked my watch and saw it was already 7:50 in the morning, realizing I was twenty minutes behind schedu