gage in a witty rivalry with her. Instead, I focused on my goal: securing a me

y uncle's wife, who was busy serving dinne

he responded, "So, you finally decided to

nding to serve myself. However, before I could even lift a plate, her voice interrupted me sharply, "What do you

something from scratch?" Wanting to avoid more conflict, I defeated myself by making my own dinner. I picked noodles f

ently. As the aroma of cooking filled the kitchen, I couldn't help but feel a sens

greeted as I took my seat. "Good evening, Olivia. How was the interview today?" he inquired. Straightening my

ratulations!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine happiness for me. Isabella, w

s wife said, standing up to dish more food for herself. Ignoring them, I

y new job and offering words of advice. Despite Isabella and her mother's lukewarm response, I r

the kitchen and prepared for an early night's rest

fore making my way to my room t

ed, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves

new boss and securing a good job. With a sense of determination and anticipation, I

**

BEEP

nly shattered the silence, prompt

h time to prepare for my new job. It was exactly 5am as the alarm went

breath, I shake off the last trace of drowsiness and

ef, t

oice. "Thief? Where?" I muttered to myself, feeling surprised. Initially, I had left

My uncle who heard the noise

with a bucket of water in my hand. "I only went outside to get water

always causing a commotion! What were you doing outside at this hour? Don

ou up by this hou

work is quite far from home," I responded. With that, he went back

kitchen for a quick breakfast. "Good morning, sir. Good morning,

usual occurrence, as it was her daily routine. Rather than heading to work or attending to o

f to work now," I annou

were already buzzing with activity, a reminder of the city's ceaseless energy. With a quick glance at my watch, I quickened my pa

**

ro

las

toe. "What's wrong with you?" I yelled, gesturin

ate of disbelief. With my clothes ruined and my first day at work about

nutes to make it to my new office. Taking a deep breath, I gathered myself and rus

oing my best to ignore the curious glances from the people around me. As I stepped into the elevator, I h

perately hoping my appearance wouldn't make a terrible first impression. A well dress

'm Jennifer, the office manager," she said, maintaining a p

ituation, apologizing for my awful appearance. To my surpri

t like yours." She led me to a small lounge area where I was able to pat myself dry with a towel and attempt to regain my appearanc

take on your first day?

new desk. Although my morning had started off rough, I was determined to make t

ss Olivia, why did you arrive at the office wet?" Startled, I turned to