"what do you mean I don't remember? Hannah Clifford, I clearly remember that fat short girl who was in love with me" ----------------------------------------------- Hannah had been working for a Big company's CEO for years, things were going smoothly for her, she had a fiance and she was going to get married, not until the company got sold to another person and the CEO got changed, hoping for a good turn, her prayer got declined since her new boss turned out to be her high school crush and a bully in highschool, the guy she secretly liked and stalked in school, he didn't notice her all along, but when they were about to graduate, Hannah confessed to him but instead of an answer, she got humiliated in front of the whole school which almost got her to commit suicide catching onto depression and social anxiety. After 6 years, he was back, but this time, a little more handsome and hot, he got the ladies going crazy, and worse, he remembers her face even though she's changed, how would she handle her work stress coupled with someone who would make her life hard? Or would she just resign and avoid further problems, a single panic attack changed her life.
Chapter 1 suprise
POV(HANNAH),
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_Things were great, I used to be a happy secretary, going to work early and going through the stressful day of work, then I go home, with a smile on my face as an achievement, but all this came crumbling down, on this special morning._
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6:00am
The alarm beeped, and I frowned as I turned over in bed, switching it off. This was my kind of life-working overtime and waking up early to catch the bus, just an average human.
I wore my slippers and staggered to the bathroom, my sleepy eyes making attempts to close. I brushed my teeth and washed my hair before hurrying through my bath, not wasting much time.
As a secretary at one of the biggest companies in the country, my apartment spoke a different language. It looked normal, but one would have expected more since my pay was pretty good. So, spoiler alert, I had been saving up my entire four years of working, and I invested it in my boyfriend.
I had already met his family, and now it was his turn to meet mine. We were getting married soon. I loved him, and we were perfect together. I didn't regret spending millions of dollars on him.
I prepared cereal, and just as I was about to dig in, my phone rang. It was my coworker, the only reason she would be calling me so early must be something very important. I picked up the call and sighed.
"Hey, turn on your TV right now!" Felicia yelled from the other end of the line, and I frowned. I picked up the remote and switched on the TV. "What's up with you this morning? How can you just call m-" I stopped mid-sentence as my jaw dropped at the sight on the TV.
PRESS QUESTIONS WHY DAMIAN HESBURGH SOLD HIS COMPANY OVERNIGHT WITHOUT WARNING. THIS QUESTION LOOMS IN THE AIR, AND PEOPLE WONDER WHAT REALLY IS GOING ON...
"WHAT!" I screamed, and I could hear Felicia's loud giggle from the other end of the call. "It's all over the news, you know. When I saw that, I was surprised. Everyone was. But I knew things would be worse for you since it's your boss getting changed. A new schedule, trying to build a stable relationship. I know it must be hard for you to..." I hung up the call before she could finish, wondering what would remain of my hard work.
I had worked my ass off for four years, and I was this close to getting promoted to manager. Now that the CEO was changed, I had to start building a good image to aim for the position. And worst of all, after years, I had finally understood Damian as a boss, and now he was being replaced?
I silently prayed in my mind that the new boss would be nice and wouldn't fire me. I stared down at my cereal, and it looked pitiful, but I didn't have time to waste. I had to make him like me so he wouldn't fire me, and I had to leave a good impression.
Drinking the cereal directly from the bowl since I didn't have time to eat slowly, I got dressed in my usual black and white attire. But this time, I wore a different blouse-a new one I had bought when I wanted to meet my fiancé's parents. It was the best blouse I had.
I applied a little makeup and regretted wearing red lipstick. Putting on my heels and carrying my briefcase, I locked the door to my apartment and dropped off my laundry at the laundry office before strolling down to the subway.
Getting squished in the subway like a potato, my clothes got wrinkled, and I couldn't care less. Getting out of the bus was a relief, but I realized I was a minute late.
Entering the company building and heading straight to the CEO's department on the highest floor, everyone was silent. They didn't mutter a word. I knew something was off, but I had to get there on time.
I took the elevator, and my heartbeat raced faster as the thought of being fired consumed me. The elevator opened, and my first sight was Felicia. She was typing, which was unusual. On a normal morning, she would be eating a bowl of ice cream and sitting at her desk. That was when I realized something was wrong.
I stared directly at the CEO's office through the glass. He was sitting there, going through some files. Only a part of his face was visible, and I had to admit he was good-looking. He had an average haircut, a stunning chin, blonde hair, long eyelashes, and a bright, flawless complexion.
After a minute of admiration and self-encouragement, I walked to the door and knocked twice. "Come in," I heard from inside, so I took a deep breath and opened the door.
It would have been better if it had been anyone else, but no, it was him, Ethan Quinn, -my high school crush, a bully who humiliated me in front of the whole school and made me hate myself to the extent of considering suicide, someone I didn't want to remember.
My heart skipped a beat as he looked up at me, his brown hazel eyes staring at me.