𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈. 𝒯𝓌𝑜 𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓈.
Isabella Leighton, a 23-year-old aspiring lawyer, unexpectedly lands a job working for the most prominent CEO in New York. While she doesn't align with his lifestyle, the generous sa...
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ASHER
I was awakened from my sleep by the alarm on my cellphone, and I had a difficult time locating the correct button to silence it as it kept going off repeatedly.
"Shut up," I murmured into my pillow, using the other to shield my head and block out the irritating noise.
Following a futile attempt to disregard the alarm, I raised my head and glanced at the illuminated screen.
6:56 A.M.
"Fuck," I muttered, pulling myself out of bed.
The sunlight pierced through the tiny gap in my blackout curtains, intensifying the headache I already had, while the chirping birds only contributed to the irritating alarm that disrupted my sleep.
Heading to the kitchen, I swiftly pressed a few buttons on my Keurig and positioned a mug below. After a brief pause to confirm the settings, I went back to my bedroom to prepare for the day.
Entering my bedroom's adjoining bathroom, I turned on the faucet, wet my toothbrush, and applied toothpaste.
While brushing my teeth, I made a half-hearted attempt to tidy my hair, not overly concerned with styling it. I was running behind schedule, and Isabella's laid-back look from yesterday served as my inspiration.
Instead of my typical suit and tie, I chose a white t-shirt and denim jeans. While it didn't convey the usual sleek and elegant look I sported, I had to confess that I found this attire much more enjoyable.
After one final attempt to tame my hair, I decided to let it be. The shower I had last night had refreshed the slight waves, and I embraced the natural look.
I slipped into a pair of white sneakers and added a silver rope chain and a Rolex watch to complete the look. It was understated but stylish.
Swiftly tucking my phone into my pocket, I retrieved a basic black coat from the closet and donned it, making a concerted effort not to be late.
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"Nice of you to join us," Ryan's sarcastic remark irked me, but I chose to disregard it.
"Good morning, everyone," I addressed the entire group in my office, with no intention of engaging in further conversation.
Before I could even settle into my seat, several papers were thrust in my direction. Most of them required my signature, while a few needed further approval.
