The CEO's Fixation (His Relentless Pursuit)
g ready for another day at the office. As much as
s trying to finish up her write-up for the week that night. She had h
he refrigerator, the warm glow that illuminated the room, and the p
each morning. Her eyes searched for something before her gaze settled on the loaf of bread she bought the night before on her way home
aster, the toaster's metallic heartbeat echoed t
er on, its button illuminated in
flask from the cupboard before remembering that she h
out a full carton of fresh milk. She unsealed the milk, the cr
fingers tracing the pots and pans before she selected th
ss steel sink, where she rinsed the pot... sheddin
he stove and then poured enoug
tove and let the milk sit after stir
oaster, which was baked to a golden brown crisp. Satisfied by the texture
s the milk formed tiny ripples, showing the si
ied by the result. She turned off the stove afterwards and placed t
ut jam that she had taken from the fridge into a small compartment found
when she finally poured all the milk from the pot into the flask. She packed all
ith the flask securely
ime in the kitchen as she always had a pass
er bath, combed her hair, wore her clothes she had already picked out and irone
tting off the bus, she still couldn't shake off the
ot still lingered in her mind, making her feel very accomp
d. She took a deep breath which seemed to calm
to check the time, she realized that she was 6 minutes early to her worki
, hitting her table causing it to make a loud noise that startled Sarah, coupled with a ste
er manager, Jane, stood before her with a smug expression twisting her features. The sudde
voice trailed off, her b
lled with so much condescension. Sarah had always had a feud with this mana
unched in bewilde
"Oh, that's right. I just remembere
her spine, wondering what string Jane had pulled again
erminated due to.... 'creative dif
in towards Sarah, her voice dripping with so much venom as she
, the manager lightly turned away in her red heels and began to walk a
o process the sudden turn of events. She felt like she'd been punched in the gut, her breath knocked out of