Lisa sat on the couch, flipping through TV channels with the remote, looking like she had absolutely nowhere else to be. Her mother, standing in the doorway with a laundry basket in hand, was not amused.
“Lisa,” her mother started, clearly annoyed, “I don’t understand how you got fired in the first place.”
Lisa groaned and rolled her eyes. This conversation had been happening far too often lately. “Mom, I told you. The company didn’t appreciate my skills.”
Her mother crossed her arms, looking skeptical. “And what skills are those? Sitting around doing nothing?”
Lisa shouted her a glare, but her mother wasn’t backing down. “You’re 25, Lisa. A grown woman. You need to start taking responsibility. I’ve told you to look for a new job, and what have you done? Sat here watching TV for hours.”
“I’ve applied!” Lisa snapped, but the truth was, that her attempts were half-hearted at best. And she still hadn’t heard back from anyone.
Her mother sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. “You need to try again. You can’t just sit here forever. You have to work, Lisa. I can’t take care of you for the rest of your life. How about Metacortex? You could apply there.”
At that, Lisa’s eyes widened in horror. “Are you insane?” she practically shouted. “There’s no way I’m working for Claire Peterson. I’d rather die than have to answer to that witch.”
Her mother raised an eyebrow but said nothing. She just stared at Lisa, clearly expecting more.
Lisa crossed her arms, her annoyance turning into full-blown anger. “I’d lose all my pride if I worked there! No way am I going to be one of Claire’s lackeys.”
Her mother sighed again, her patience running out. “Then do something, Lisa. Anything. Find another job or I’m kicking you out.”
Lisa rolled her eyes, sinking deeper into the couch. “Yeah, yeah,” she mumbled, giving her mom a dismissive wave.
Hours passed by the TV drowning in the background while Lisa mindlessly scrolled through her phone. Suddenly, an idea hit her—an idea so brilliant, she sat up straight, eyes wide. Why hadn’t she thought of this before?
“Harris,” she muttered to herself. “I could apply to work at Harris’ company.”
A slow grin spread across her face. Working there wouldn’t just be a job. It would be the perfect opportunity to get close to Alexander. Maybe she could even make him fall for her again. She pictured it in her mind—Alexander, charmed by her presence, remembering how good they were together. It was perfect.
Without wasting any time, Lisa leaped off the couch and rushed to her room. She needed to prepare everything. A resume, her best outfit, and all the charm she could muster. She wasn’t about to just apply online like everyone else. No, she’d go in person. See Alexander herself. That way, she could use all her tricks to make sure he’d accept her into the company.
Once she was dressed and ready, she gave herself one last look in the mirror. Perfect. Lisa smirked to herself, grabbed her bag, and headed out the door.
Arriving at Harris Corporation, Lisa felt a surge of excitement. The building was sleek and impressive, but her focus was entirely on the prize—Alexander. She was going to get his attention, no matter what.
First, though, she needed to make sure she looked flawless. She ducked into the ladies’ room and stood in front of the mirror, touching up her lipstick. As she applied it, she heard someone enter the bathroom, heels clicking on the tiles.
“Yes, I’m definitely going to ask Alexander out,” the woman’s voice said, clearly on a phone call. “He’s been single for a while now, and I think it’s time to make my move.”
Lisa froze, her lipstick hovering mid-air.
What did this woman just say? Ask Alexander out? Oh, no. That wasn’t happening.
She glanced over at the woman through the mirror’s reflection, recognizing her face but not quite placing her.
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