🤍 ~ Alluring Eleanor

New Begginings and Unspoken Connections

You'd been at your new job for a few weeks now, after the unfortunate event of getting fired from your previous one. This new role involved persuading elderly individuals to purchase fake medicine. Deep down, you knew it wasn't the most ethical job, but you were in a tough spot and needed to make ends meet. You kept telling yourself it was just temporary, a stepping stone until you could find something that aligned with your true values and aspirations.

You had always prided yourself on being someone who valued integrity and honesty, traits that seemed at odds with your current occupation. Each day, you hoped that a better opportunity would come along, one that would allow you to align your work with your true self and make a positive impact on the world. But in the meantime, you focused on doing the best you could under the circumstances, while keeping an eye out for any signs of a brighter future.

You knew you had the skills and determination to turn things around, and you were determined not to lose sight of your ultimate goal which was finding a career that not only paid the bills but also brought you a sense of fulfillment and purpose.

With your hair elegantly curled and cascading down, you walked into the bustling office, a space filled with the hum of computers and the soft murmur of conversations. The fluorescent lights cast a steady glow over the rows of desks, each adorned with personal knick-knacks and scattered paperwork. You wore a navy zip-up, a black tube top, and low-rise dark wash jeans, hoping to blend into the background and avoid unnecessary interactions.

As you navigate your way through the maze of cubicles, you couldn't help but notice a striking blonde woman engaged in a discussion with your boss. Her hair was casually gathered in a ponytail, with loose strands artfully framing her face, enhancing her natural beauty. She was absolutely stunning and precisely your type. She must have been new.

Intrigued, you continued to your desk, which was nestled in a quieter corner of the office. You turned to your coworker and good friend, Dakota, to inquire about the captivating woman.

"Oh, her? That's Eleanor. She's very resistant, hasn't said a word to anyone since she got here," Dakota explained.

"Really?" you replied, feeling a pang of discouragement as you had hoped to muster the courage to strike up a conversation with her.

"Yeah," Dakota continued, "she must be really new. I heard she's super good at this though. Just... keeps to herself."

You nodded, trying to process the information. "Do you think she's just shy, or maybe she had a bad experience?" you wondered aloud, your curiosity piqued.

Dakota shrugged. "Could be either. Or both. But hey, maybe you could be the one to break the ice. You're good at that."

You smiled at the thought, taking a sip of your coffee. "Maybe. I just don't want to come off as too forward. She seems... different."

As you settled into your chair, you couldn't help but glance over at Eleanor again, pondering how to approach her. The challenge intrigued you, and you felt a spark of determination to get to know the mysterious new addition to your office.