First Come, First serve.

aced with strategies to uphold NovaTech's sterling reputation-two years as the city's top-rated company was no small feat, a

the door broke h

sitting up straight

ood day, sir. An applicant named Emily i

le nod, his expr

clutching a neatly folded letter in her hands.

a little inexperienced", he thought,

ant. Here's my letter of application," she

. She hadn't even been interviewed yet, but

lied with authority, leaning back in his chair

," Emily said with a hopeful smile before turni

, an involuntary smile tugging at the corne

y's

at her letter. Her handwriting was neat, her words articulate, and her insigh

arefully on my desk. But as I leaned back again, her confident smile re

ual rounds-especially to check in

uxedo was sharp, his curls neatly trimmed, his presence inst

glanced up, too focused on her computer scre

asked, his tone softer than usual, making sever

ificant sale this mornin

, pleased.

icked up the phone, dialing the

, and I'm pleased to inform you that your application has been approved. We look fo

en ruthless-but when it came to Lyra, his staff had seen another side of him. Some envied her, ot

's Th

itement when the call en

ty services made them a dream employer. I was ecstatic. I rushed to my wardrobe, pi

uldn't come

apart gadgets just to see how they worked. I taught myse

e seem aloof or distant, but it's only because I give everything my full focus. Peo