rrassment and anxiety. Jennifer, the office manager who had kindly helped me momen

he unfortunate situation. Finally, I managed to explain the incide

softening as I detailed the morning's eve

rlier," he stated. A wave of anger washed over me as I realized it was his car that had drenched me on my

ncerned and not bothering to apologize. Suppressing my frustration, I shift

d my desk once more. "Olivia," she began, her voice lowered, "m

able from the moment I arrived. Nodding in agreement, I appreciated Jennife

ed myself to excelling in my new role while navig

quickly proving to be a valuable asset to the team. Despite my efforts to maintain a l

al and focused, never allowing our initi

d the rest of the staff. It appeared his arrogance wasn't isolated to our first meeting, but r

his office, looking confused. Something stirred within me, and despite detesting hi

n the office. "What are you still doing here, Miss Olivia

nish up, so I had to stay

y my dedication. As we walked towards the elevator together, an a

ly said, breaking the quiet. "It's not o

ide and vulnerability in that m

oice barely above a whisper. "I be

tepped outside the main entrance, we

ed out into the cool evening air, the city ligh

via," he said, his vo

plied, watching as he m

ride, but I quickly dismissed the thought, r

e, I began the familiar trek toward

present. I turned to see an expensive car pulling up alongside me, its win

his lips. "Need a ride?" I hesitated, torn between my disapproval for

offer, sliding into the back seat where

to ignore the grin that seemed

I offered a nonchalant gesture, unwilling to reveal my thoughts to a man I barely know. Though, I can't den

," I replie

learly unaffected b

motioning for his driver to proceed. I tensed, u

iding the driver to a location a few blocks away from where I

ovided concise directions, carefully av

, a hint of amusement in his voice. It was clear he suspected my avoid

ually, we arrived at a nearby junction, close enough for me to walk the rest of the way home

iam said, his voice tinged with sarcasm. "D

the car, feeling the weight of the evening's events

n't have mine either. That's really fu

greeting with my uncle's wife, who was ou

eeted, eager to avoid any

me so late?" my uncle's wife questioned, angry. Isabella

," I warned, my patience wearing thin. Ignoring my aunt's interrogat

xchange. It was clear that Isabella and her mother took pleasure in making my l

ally exhausted from the day's work. Between the challenges of my new job, the complexities of dealing with my billionaire boss, and my

ed me from my thoughts. "Who is it, and what d

I'll break it down!" my uncl

ned to find out what she wanted this time. As I opene

my voice low and weary

demanded, struggling against her grip. "Am I some kind of criminal? I've only shown you respect b

fused to back down. "You will show me proper re

against it, I closed my eyes, my heart pounding in my chest. It was clear that her anger woul

e pierced through the silence. "Who was the man th