Romancing the Cold CEO

I

s after helping me move into my scant possessions. "I tried my best to make this place look like

ve for a moment. The apartment is on subsidy, but it was the only flat I could afford. E

this, Beth," I said as I set

ing mine. "Sure, it's not the lap of luxury," she started, gi

myself saying, surprising mysel

disbelief. "Only you could find perfection i

"Finding beauty in imperfections, finding hope in

ty. "You're one of a kind, Lily White," she

he White's residence. I was thankful that she could retrieve all my b

keout and the familiar scent of cardboard, Beth leaned back and sighed. "You know," she said thoughtfully, "despite ev

ng to have someone like her by my side, reminding me that

a cacophony of birdsong from the one tree outside my window. Meanwhile,

a welcome inter

bout your own experiences?" Beth ask

Writing about my own experiences had never crossed my mind before. I'd submitte

ch character I create has a bit of me, their st

eeze on my shoulder. "Rejection is tough, but it's not the end. It's just a

I'm not giv

ors would have more interest in that than fictitious stories. Look, there's an open po

a network and production company, the hub of the city's film industry

try, Beth. The chance of being seen by the

our best stories!" Beth supported me, trying to

s, to be exact." I shifted my gaze to her, looking dejected. "I've

, I've got hots for my boss right now. Why don't you wri

hat? That's the most clic

"I know, and people still dig it, Lily! You can chang

my work? I don't think it's an award-worthy piece, B

ow these prod companies prefer buzz-

"I'm not sure about this, but

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he tall glass building, a symbol of achievement and aspiration, reflected the hopes and aspirations I car

ily.' I smiled from ear to ear as I looked

he recruitment office. As I walked down the hallway, all I could see

eating an atmosphere of productivity and ambition. The energy was contagiou

e door to the offi

face pulling me back into the memories of when I still stayed at the

recogn

idening, "I remember you. You're Mia's sister.

ha

her eyes glinting maliciously, "Your resume was

n," I reiterated. The words hit me like a punch, a cruel twist of fate. I h

mix-up with the applications. However, the janitor's position is currentl

much choice since I needed a job to pay f

in. "Oh-okay. I'll let the head of the cleaning department know. Your shift will start

ow," I replied courteously

ice, the odd encounter filled

mix up with the j