It had been ten days since Angelica started working for Mr. Knight as his assistant. Her daily routine was simple—coming to the office, attending a few calls, arranging his files, and occasionally updating details in the database. Most of the time, she sat idly, wondering if her role was truly needed.
Occasionally, Mr. Knight would call her into his office to sit and read files, asking her to check for any mistakes. Without fail, every day, he would take her to a posh restaurant for lunch. She had the chance to try various cuisines, each more exquisite than the last. Angelica enjoyed the routine immensely, relishing the opportunity to experience different restaurants and diverse dishes.
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Today was different. For the first time, she was going to accompany Mr. Knight to a meeting. Excitement and nerves bubbled inside her. She had never attended a formal meeting before, making this her first real experience.
Hoping to ease her nerves, Angelica asked Stacy, a colleague, what she should do at the meeting. Stacy reassured her. “Just sit beside Mr. Knight, take notes if he asks you to, and hand him the files he needs. Everything’s already arranged in the conference room,” she explained.
Feeling slightly more confident, Angelica busied herself in the breakroom, preparing coffee for Mr. Knight. She placed the cup carefully on a tray and turned to leave, but disaster struck.
“Ahhh!” she yelped as she bumped into someone. The hot coffee spilled all over her, staining her blouse and burning her skin. Angelica looked up, her eyes watering, and recognized the group of girls she had seen before. Their short skirts, heavy makeup, and smug expressions made it clear they had deliberately caused the mishap.
The pain was sharp as the coffee scalded her stomach. Angelica fled to the bathroom, pulling her shirt up to inspect the damage. Her skin had turned pink where the coffee had spilled. She splashed cold water over the area to soothe the burning. After a few minutes, the pain subsided, but her clothes were soaked, and she looked like a mess.
How am I going to attend the meeting like this? Panic surged through her. Mr. Knight would surely be disappointed, and she feared losing her job. Tears welled up in her eyes as she silently pleaded for a solution.
When she stepped out of the bathroom, she immediately sought Stacy’s help. Thankfully, Stacy had a spare outfit she’d planned to wear to a party later. Angelica hesitated, feeling guilty about taking the dress, but she had no choice.
Her relief turned to horror when she saw the dress—a revealing, short number completely inappropriate for a business setting. How could she wear something like this in front of Mr. Knight? What would he think of her?
Nevertheless, time was running out. Angelica reluctantly changed into the dress, her cheeks burning with shame. She was late now, and Mr. Knight would undoubtedly scold her. She whispered a prayer and knocked on his office door.
“Come in,” came his curt, commanding voice.
Angelica stepped in, trembling slightly. “S-sir, it’s time for the meeting with Skies Group of Company,” she stammered.
Fortunately, Mr. Knight was engrossed in his file and didn’t immediately notice her attire.
“Let’s go, Angel,” he said, standing and moving toward her while still scanning the document.
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