Hearts Rewritten

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my hometown jus

d congratulatory noise met me a

ses have enveloped my ears while my co-workers

the amount of money you'd get just by simply existing beside the President?

lieve it either!" My voice gradually rose a

s an intern but now, I was promoted to a higher role. I cannot belie

remember how you spent most of your nights here. You even worked late at night to finish tasks that

ped on it. "Yes. Those n

did not know that I would be enjoying the

ntering the secretary role because I swear, you won't get any good slee

ems as though she had been looking forward to the drinking se

treat. Let's go!" I pushed her out of the of

t before they close." Yale suggested and I have nev

tely walked out. I could see every ounce of excitemen

g wasted in every hang outs so there is no doubt she would do the same thing today. I don't

shouted inside the grill place, not min

rs while trying to calm her down as she looked like she was already w

this milestone as loud as we can. There is no need for us to

hing except take a cheers. I took a gla

ped in. My throat felt like it was bu

tinued to drink recklessly like this." I mumbled as I trie

meat. I started grilling and said, "So, wh

rain her. I guess we can say that she'll be your replaceme

t intern won't be as good as you are but the best thing about

can to make the most out of this opportunity. It is not ever

my desk at 10 p.m. because the campaign deadline was killing me-that I'd be

ve our table, beer bottles clinking, laughter echoing around us, and the sc

shot of soju Jules forced down my throat, partl

, dramatically slamming her glass down on

like I'm floating," I laughed, clutch

orrected. "You've transcended mortal status, b

playing on his lips. "To Ciara. Team Manager no more. She now dwells in the land

ng. "Why does everyone act like I've been a

glass as if she weren't the calmest force in the room. "And dr

o laughter while I nervousl

ady warm from the liquor. "I swear, if any

're about to walk the marbled halls of power. From emails and

like that. It sounds like you'

ient demon who's known for reducing full-grown exec

to sound braver than I

nal day in six years. Who replies to emails at 3:17 a

ace in my hands while J

ntly. "They're teasing, sweetheart. Mostly.

d become more than colleagues. Jules, my chaos twin. Yal

"One day I was finalizing pitch decks, and the nex

oice, "he read your performance review

so hard I almost chok

ident of the firm, Lysander Eryx-the man whose silence in boardrooms coul

tanding at the edge of something huge, and n

g meetings with billionaires. Witnessing power plays up close. Watching

"stop romanticizing m

let him scare you, Ciara. He's demanding, yes. But he val

hey meant more t

y. "Our team. Our chaos. Even Y

, raising a brow. "I'll s

ve wing," Jules sighed dramatically. "Drinkin

heavy. Change, no matter how

elf in that world. Okay? If I start walking around

les promised. "With a tub of ice cre

if Mr. Eryx turns into

p," I l

ain, this tim

pters," Mrs

eginnings,"