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Chapter 5 - Late on the first day (RW)

The Next Day

Alia walked into Nurin's room in the morning and stopped when she saw her daughter.

Nurin was sleeping peacefully on her prayer rug.

Alia's expression softened. She walked closer and gently tapped Nurin's shoulder.

"Nurin, get up."

There was no response.

Alia sighed and tapped her shoulder again.

"Nurin, get up. You're going to be late for your interview."

Slowly, Nurin moved and turned away, pulling the blanket closer.

"Mama... leave me alone," she mumbled sleepily. "I failed the interview, remember? Let me sleep."

She changed her position, trying to ignore her mother.

Alia shook her head before gently tapping her again.

"Nurin."

"Hmm?"

"Mr. Mukhriz called your father yesterday."

That made Nurin pause.

"He told him that Harraz agreed to hire you."

Nurin's eyes immediately opened.

"What?!"

She quickly sat up.

"No. I don't want to work there."

Her voice was filled with panic.

Alia looked at her daughter.

"Nurin, you shouldn't turn down this opportunity. Now get up and get ready."

"But Mama, I don't want to work there," Nurin complained. "I don't want to see that man again."

She made a dramatic expression, pretending to cry.

"I can't believe I have to work with someone like him."

Alia tried not to laugh.

"It's fine if you don't want to see that boy. But Uncle Mukhriz has done his best to help you. What would he think if you refused?"

Nurin rolled her eyes.

"Mama..."

"No," Alia interrupted. "You worked hard for your degree. This is your chance to gain the experience you wanted."

Nurin stayed quiet.

"Now, quickly get ready," Alia said, standing up. "You only start moving when someone scolds you."

She walked toward the door.

"You need to be there by 9:30 a.m. sharp. I'll be downstairs."

After her mother left, Nurin looked at the ceiling and sighed.

Working at Harraz Holdings was the last thing she wanted.

Especially after meeting the man who had made her question whether her values mattered to him.

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The Next Day

Nurin arrived at Harraz Holdings exactly at 9:30 a.m.

She stepped out of the elevator with her file held tightly in her hands, trying to ignore the nervous feeling in her chest.

She had spent the entire morning reminding herself of one thing:

She was here for her career.

Not for him.

She walked toward the office entrance wearing a professional yet modest outfit. Her long suit jacket matched perfectly with her neatly styled hijab, creating a simple but elegant appearance. She looked confident, even though deep inside she was still uncomfortable knowing who she would have to face.