ervisor from the doorway. Claudia stood the

need those reports t

was working on, then back at Claudia. "

you those files four hours ago. The whole department is waiting f

ng in her words, but she nodded. "I'

urned on her heel and marched out of the

udia was hard to please; it was that everything she did seemed to be an opportunity for criticism. If she worked too

d Rachael of her place in the pecking order. Her bright red lipstick always

runette hair, grabbed a hairband from her desk, and

Rachael wasn't even sure why they needed to be filed; half of them were outdated and irrelevant. But

g invisible. As an intern at Blackwood Enterprises, she had pictured herself working alongside brilliant minds, contributing to big projects, and making connections that would c

wo of the million notifications she had gotten all day. S

h now. Before then, she hadn't felt anything fo

ctionate, handsome, rich, funny. What more could a girl wa

said, clearly

ked if I'm not done with this in the next thirty minutes.

busy, and I'm busy to

let out a slig

tonight, my love? To some other ti

d before Rachael cou

sure of what just happened, but she was trying

rs and took them to Claudia's office for her to e

her work with a

ill take you seriously

ling the familiar sting

st what? You don't have time to 'just.' You're not h

shoes, hoping Claudia would tell her

descension, "what exactly makes you think you're cut out for this

ed, but she forced a smi

lowering to a mocking whisper. "Is your best re

sooner or later, I'm going to tell HR that you've been slacking off. M

ut before she could speak, Rachael was dismissed, lea

to leave. She grabbed her bag and headed for the elevator,

ined from the endless cycle of criticism, and the thought of returni

vator began its descent, Rachae

t skippe

Ethan, the boy who had disappeare

notification from

even tried to stay in touch after graduation. She was the one stalking his s

, she swiped the scr

s slid open, and she stepped out of the elevator, her breath shallow. Just as she

ards, but for whom?" s

all, fit, and muscular. Everyone at the reception was trying to get a good look at his fa

popular Canadian models, with striking and truly remarkable features. She was in her early twenties. Her b

ers to realize they were heading straight

pushed her by the shoulder, so hard

g. He looked very familiar, but she couldn't exactly point out how. His face had a perfect structure, well-defined jawline, hazel eyes that chan

ing towards the elevator, while his companion followed very quickly, tightening

he floor," Rachael thought to herself as she dus

d her phone to finally read some of her messages. She saw one from her father that had been sent three