The heart's secret

One: Fad

he faint glow of the setting sun cast a warm orange light over the concrete jungle, but Victoria's h

h reality of her situation hit her like a ton of bricks. She had no family, no financial

istings on her laptop. She had to find something, anything, to support herself. As

company, Kingsley Enterprises, was hiring an administrative assistant. Victoria's

resume and submitted her application. She didn't e

as on the verge of giving up when her phone rang. It was

. She spent hours preparing, researching the company an

ood outside the sleek glass building, her palms s

o the conference room. Victoria's eyes widened as

s piercing blue eyes locking onto hers. "Good morning, Mis

hand. There was something about him that drew her

felt a sense of connection with Mister Kingsley that she could

this was the star

take a dramatic turn. One that would bring her

r, Victoria felt a sense of trepidation. She had no ide

ived an email from Kingsley Ent

d across her face. Maybe, just maybe,

ance, and intrigue. A world where the lines between love and hate would be

mix of excitement and nerves. She was greeted by the receptionist, who

ing manager, who was bubbly and enthusiastic. Next to her was Ryan, the sales director, who look

ked like she had just sucked on a lemon. Her eyes narrowed as she g

ence. "We're thrilled to have you on board. Mister Kingsle

is presence commanding attention. "Good morning, everyone," he s

ries, Victoria couldn't help but notice the way Miss Grace looked at him.

scription, company policies, and other relevant documents. "I expect you to familiarize yours

was ready to prove herself, to show Mister Kingsley and

indispensable member of the team. She was consistent, regular, and hardworking, always

ords of encouragement and praise. And sometimes, when the day was over, he would off

ntly as she shared her experiences and challenges. Victoria felt seen and heard, like she mattered,

particular, seemed to grow increasingly resentful, her eyes flashing with jea

eggshells, never knowing when Miss Grace would strike. But she refused to back do

The stakes would be higher, the tension thicker, and the co