[NEW] Would a woman in her 30s who vowed to stay single, bend her rules for a young hot-shot who gets more than what he bargained for?
Stella Lee would never give up her freedom for ANY man. Not until she meets a man preoccupied with his own endeavo...
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❛ 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒 ❜
This is your life. Don't rely on hope. Because hope will fail you. Instead, believe in what you are capable of. Not on what others will do for you.
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"What the hell is wrong with all of you!"
A stern voice roared throughout the boardroom causing every single employee on the edge of their seats to cast their heads down.
"I specifically instructed to have the paperwork on my desk by 8 and this is all I get? This is fucking trash!"
The employees trembled in fear when they heard a sudden thud hitting the hardwood floor. The handful of sketches, blueprints, and a miniature model of a structure they spent weeks working on had been destroyed in a matter of seconds, leaving them stunned.
"This is a disgrace to my firm. If I wanted a messy sketch plan, I could've just hired kindergarteners to do the job!" Stella's voice echoed with anger, filling the room with an icy chill. "This is the second time you've overlooked a crucial detail! Do you have any idea what kind of consequences this could have for the company?"
"Miss Lee, we did our best with the planning. We just didn't have enough time to complete it." A brave soul managed to speak up only to be met with a scathing chuckle.
"Really? This is it?" A grimace made its way onto the strict woman's structured face— done up in elaborate shades of makeup. The layered, mauve lipstick went over her pouty lips, which complimented her olive undertone. The cat-winged eyeliner accentuated her mono-lid eyes even more.
"This was your best?" Stella waited for a straightforward explanation as to why her morning went to shit.
On the brink of tears, the girl tried to compose herself. "Y-yes, ma'am..." she stammered, her voice trembling. This dispute could only go two ways.
Stella's gaze momentarily softened, catching a glimmer of vulnerability in the young girl's teary-eyed expression. She knew the weight of her expectations could be overwhelming, even for the most diligent employees. Yet, she swiftly regained her composure, determined not to let her emotions sway her.
"Gather your things and leave this room at once," Stella ordered, her disappointment evident. Her face was stoic as ever. "I expect a higher level of competence from my team." There was no doubt in her tone, just pure apathy. She despised underachievers.
The word isn't even in her book.
The girl's shoulders slumped, her voice barely audible. "I... I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, Miss-"
