The CEOS Rebirth Fiance

It was a typical day at the Nicholson Office, with employees working diligently at their desks.

Brianne, a new employee in the cleaning service, came out of the elevator wearing a blue uniform, pushing a stroller filled with various cleaning supplies.

With a friendly smile, she walked towards the reception area, greeting receptionists along the way.

"Hi, you must be the new janitor?"

"Yes, I am. I'm Brianne. Nice to meet you."

As they made small talk, Nate Nicholson, CEO of Nicholson Offices, watched from his office doorway. His gaze lingered on Brianne for a moment before he returned to his office, closing the door behind him.

That evening, after most of the employees had gone home, Brianne entered Nate's office to clean. As she emptied the trash can, Nate worked at his desk, unaware of her presence until he looked up and their eyes met briefly.

"Uh, sorry. I didn't see you there... Elora."

"Elora? Oh, I mean... sorry, what's your name again?" he asked, his mind in turmoil as I stared at the unfamiliar face.

"I-this is Brianne, sir," she said softly, confusion evident in her voice.

Her brows furrowed slightly, a small crease forming between them, like...

"Sorry about that." She forced a laugh. "Long days and all..."

Her eyes dropped, focusing on the papers on my desk, as if trying to find solace in them.

"It's okay. It happens to me all the time. So, uh... did you need anything?"

"Oh! Yes, I just came to empty the trash can, Mr. Nicholson." She moved quickly to the wastebasket beside his desk.

As she bent down to pick up the bag, the scent of her shampoo wafted towards him, carrying a hint of vanilla and lavender, reminiscent of Elora's perfume.

"Is everything alright, sir? You look a bit pale..."

"Yes, I'm fine. Just a little tired." His hand reached out to rub his forehead, hoping Elora would believe his reasoning.

"If you're sure." There was hesitation in his voice, but he let it slide. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I have to finish the rest of this floor."

"Alright, you can continue your work, you don't have to worry about me."

As she turned to leave, the silver pendant around her neck caught the light, partially opening to reveal two photographs inside.

He caught a glimpse of a young girl and an old woman, both strangers to him, but the necklace itself looked familiar.

"Mr. Nicholson?" she called, already halfway out the door. "Do you need anything else tonight?"

"No, that's all. Thank you... Brianne." His voice sounded distant even to himself, lost in the past once more.

With a slow nod, she left, closing the door behind her. The soft click of the lock brought her back to the present.

His eyes stared at the calendar on his desk, the date circled in red tomorrow marking three years since Elora died.

"Was it really that long ago? It feels like just yesterday, I still can't get over it."

A sigh escapes his lips as he rubs his tired face, feeling the weight of fatigue and memories weighing on him.

Outside, darkness enveloped the city, the night growing late, another attempt to drown the sorrow in paperwork. However, for the first time in a long time, his mind wasn't only on Elora.