Beauty and the Brat

Part 2

Trocon's POV:

I couldn't stop thinking about my interaction with Unique on the ride home. Who did she think she was speaking to me like that? I'm going to be her boss soon. But I must admit, I admired her confidence to stand up to me.When we got home, I went straight to my dad to complain. "Dad, Mom hired the rudest intern. She was so disrespectful when we picked me up." My dad just laughed. "Son, you'll have to work with all kinds of people. Give her a chance." I scoffed and went up to my room.Over the next few days, I avoided Unique at the firm. But I kept catching myself glancing her way. One day, I walked by the file room and saw her dancing while she worked. She had rhythm. I quickly looked away before she caught me staring. Who is this girl, and why was she always on my mind?

Unique's POV:

I couldn't believe I snapped at my boss's son right when I met him. What was I thinking? But he was so rude, dropping that heavy bag on me. The nerve! Still, I needed this internship, so I swallowed my pride and worked hard.When Mrs. Miller assigned me to assist Trocon, I braced myself for more arrogant and entitled behavior. But he was surprisingly professional and polite, if a bit cold. We worked cordially together on client cases over the following weeks.One evening, we were the only two left working late. I found him gazing out the window, looking stressed. "Long day?" I asked gently. "My dad wants me to take over more responsibilities at the firm, but I'm struggling with a case." After a thoughtful pause, I said, "Well, maybe I could help?" He looked at me, surprise in his eyes. Was that a smile I saw form?

Trocon's POV:

I hesitated at first when Unique offered to help with my case. This confident girl who never failed to rub me the wrong way now wanted to assist me? But the mounting pressure from my dad and my insecurities made me put aside my pride.

"Okay, let's take a look," I sighed, motioning her over. She pulled up a chair, scanning through the complex brief. I begrudgingly explained the details I was wrestling with. She listened intently, asking thoughtful questions. Her mind was like a steel trap - quick, sharp, missing nothing.As we deliberated the intricacies late into the night, I was impressed by her strategic instincts and compelled by her passion for justice. It was nearly midnight when we decided we could pick it up fresh in the morning."Unique, I appreciate your help. You've got quite a knack for this." She gave me a radiant smile that did something to me. "That's the first nice thing you've said to me, Trocon." I smiled back, feeling my cheeks grow warm. Maybe I had her all wrong.

Unique's POV:

I left the office in high spirits after the breakthrough with Trocon. When I got home, I recounted the evening to my mom, who cautioned me not to lose sight of my values if I grew closer to the wealthy attorney's son."The rich are not like you and me, my dear," she warned. I knew she meant well, but Trocon had shown me a glimpse behind the arrogant mask. I wanted to nurture that genuine side of him.Over the following weeks, working alongside Trocon, I saw that real people emerge more and more. My small acts of everyday kindness slowly dissolved his aloof facade. With each late night poring over files, our once icy dynamic transformed into an easy rapport mixed with a thrilling tension I tried denying. Could something be growing between us? I prayed for guidance, but deep down, I felt myself steadily falling...