From assistant to wife - when loyalty turns to love

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coughing filtered throug

ng silence broken only by that too-familiar sound. She threw the covers as

up on their threadbare couch, coughing into her sleeve.

kneeling beside her. "Y

ead weakly. "Go back t

. She helped her sit up and supported her back with pillows before heading to the tiny kitchen to p

the life s

en her mother collapsed one night and was diagnosed with a chronic respiratory illness, everythin

e was no

fancy. She often wondered how different life would've been if her sister had lived. Would they have supported eac

ent outfits. A plain blouse, a long skirt, and flats that had seen better days. Her résumé was tucked inside a worn brown e

this," she

ked through the city, submitting résumés, waiti

re not

gain in s

t have enoug

erqual

. She didn't know how to gain experience when no on

on a park bench to catch her breath, pulli

own N

ted before

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"This is Global Corp. We received your résumé last week.

"Yes! Yes, I'm av

time in weeks, she smiled. A r

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BAL CORP was embossed in gold above the entrance. She walked in with her head

s were sweaty as she entered the executive suite. The office was grand with flo

deep vo

nding near the desk. Dark hair, expensive suit,

omfortably, clutching t

desk slowly, not ta

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es

ting candidate." He

" She replied,

," he murmured, a smir

nd I learn quickly," she repl

of the desk, crossing his arms. "You know, Ayla, I li

ked. "Ex

re well taken care of. A personal assistant, perhaps? Or so

eart thudding. "I came here

e job, you have to

r, one hand reaching

l

h the office. His cheek

led slightly, but

h another woman

d with anger. "Yo

opening the do

rd, head held high, ignoring the

legs shook, but she kept walking. Her vision blur

the long

hue across the cracked walls of their apartment. Her mother was

dow and pulled her

ired. Ang

ot br

yond the rusted bars and whispered t

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contin