A flight to surprise my fiancé turned into something I never expected. One kiss, one stranger, and one shocking discovery later, my plan to uncover the truth spiraled into an unforgettable adventure.
I stood in the boarding line clutching my ticket and a cup of cold coffee. The day had started like most days in my life lately: overthinking and just enough caffeine to fuel my questionable decisions.
I was flying to visit Oliver, my fiancé. The man had impeccable suits, a charming smile, and a schedule so packed it felt like I needed to book an appointment just to remind him I existed.
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He’d been working in another city, closing some “big deal.” But lately, the deal seemed to involve more late nights with his secretary. She wasn’t just a thorn in my side but the whole rosebush.
I’d tried to ignore it until THAT text came a few days ago. A message from Oliver lit up the screen:
“Can’t wait to see you. Don’t forget your signature suit!”
But before I could even craft a reply, the message disappeared. Vanished.
“Strange,” I muttered just as Oliver’s name popped up on my screen.
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“Hey, did you just get a text from me?”
“Yes…”
“Oh, that was for Greg!” he blurted out a little too quickly. “We’ve got a big meeting tomorrow. You know how Greg is always forgetting stuff!”
Sure, Oliver. Sure.
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That’s when I decided I’d had enough of the cryptic texts and excuses. I wasn’t about to sit around playing detective in my own relationship.
When I boarded the plane, my window seat was occupied. A man in his forties lounged there as if he were the protagonist in some indie film.
“Excuse me, that’s my seat,” I said with a smile.
He glanced up lazily. “Is it? I thought seating was more of a suggestion.”
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“And I thought manners weren’t optional.”
After a dramatic sigh, he moved. It turned out his name was Lucas, and he had a gift for testing the limits of human tolerance. By this time, he’d spread his belongings across our shared space and casually suggested I “relax a little,” and I sat there wondering if I’d been cursed.
Suddenly, the captain announced we’d be making an unscheduled landing in a small town due to bad weather.
Perfect. Stuck in the middle of nowhere. What else could go wrong?
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***
The town’s airport was so small it felt like we had landed in a different era. Wooden benches creaked under the weight of weary passengers, and the single vending machine hummed lifelessly, its contents reduced to a solitary pack of stale gum.
Eventually, a manager brought the news. “We’ve arranged accommodations for all passengers. Due to the circumstances, the airline will cover the cost of tonight’s stay at the nearby hotel.”
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The word “hotel” sent the crowd into a frenzy. People bolted for the shuttle like their lives depended on it, jostling for a spot and leaving me standing there in the aftermath of their rush.
“Hi,” I said. “I’d like a room, please.”
The receptionist barely glanced up as she typed furiously into her computer. “We only have one room left.”
“One room?”
“Yes,” she confirmed, still typing. “It’s already been booked by the airline for you both.”
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“Excuse me,” I interrupted, stepping closer to the desk. “Can’t I just book a separate room? I’ll pay for it myself.”
The receptionist sighed, finally looking up. “I’m sorry, ma’am, but the hotel is fully booked. Every room in town is. Unless you’d like to try camping.”
I glared at Lucas, who grinned like he’d just won the lottery.
“Looks like we’re roommates.”
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***
When we walked in, my heart sank. It was tiny, barely enough space for one person, let alone two.
“I’ll take the couch,” I said quickly.
“Fine by me,” Lucas replied, dropping his stuff onto the bed.
To my horror, he immediately started spreading his things around.
“Are you trying to set a record for the fastest way to irritate someone?” I snapped.
“Just making myself comfortable.”
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By the time dinner rolled around, I was on the verge of losing my mind. We headed to the hotel’s small restaurant, where Lucas acted as if we were on some luxury retreat.
“This steak isn’t bad,” he said, cutting into his meal with ease. “Honestly, today’s been fun. Don’t you think so?”
“Fun?”
He laughed. “You need to lighten up. Life’s an adventure.”
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He shared that he was flying to surprise his fiancée. I told him about Oliver, about how busy he’d been, though my voice faltered when I described our “strong” relationship.
“Sounds solid,” he said, though his tone suggested otherwise.
When the flight was finally back on schedule, I thought I’d be free of Lucas. But life had a funny way of complicating things.
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***
After we landed in New York, the energy outside the airport was pure chaos. People were darting around like ants, dragging suitcases and waving at taxis. Lucas, standing beside me, looked oddly cheerful—far too pleased with his plan to surprise his fiancée.
“So, what’s the big plan?” I asked, half-teasing.
“Show up, sweep her off her feet, remind her why she said yes in the first place,” he replied with a cocky grin.
I snorted. “Romantic. I hope she’s there to be swept off her feet and not, you know, with someone else.”
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Lucas said nothing, and I immediately regretted the jab.
“You?” he countered after a beat. “What’s your game plan?”
“I thought about it. Why not surprise Oliver? He hasn’t called or texted in days. A little spontaneity could be fun.”
“Bold move,” Lucas said, nodding in approval. “Let’s see who has the more dramatic reunion.”
We hailed a cab, and as Lucas gave the driver an address…
“Wait,” I blurted. “That’s where I’m going.”
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Lucas glanced at me, his smirk widening. “Fate. Gotta love it.”
It was absurd. Out of all the places in New York, we were heading to the same building. What were the odds?
***
When we arrived, I stepped out of the cab, heart pounding, and walked toward the entrance. That’s when I saw them. Oliver. And his secretary, Sophie.
They strolled out of the office building together, laughing. She wore a dress that screamed “expensive,” and he leaned in too close.
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Then it happened. The kiss. Not a polite, professional peck, but the kind of kiss that made the ground feel like it was falling out from under me. I froze.
“Kate,” Lucas’s voice snapped me out of my daze. He had followed me, his expression shifting from confusion to fury as he took in the scene. “Is that…”
Before I could process what was happening, Lucas grabbed my arm and steered me back toward the cab.
“Follow them,” he ordered the driver, slipping him a $50 bill.
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The cab jolted forward, Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight.
“That’s Sophie,” he said suddenly.
“What?”
“The woman with your fiancé,” he clarified. “That’s Sophie. My fiancée.”
My brain scrambled to piece it together.
“Are you sure?” I asked, though I already knew the answer.
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Lucas let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head. “Oh, I’m sure. That dress she’s wearing? I bought it for her. She said it was for some ‘important meeting.’”
“So, let me get this straight. Your fiancée kissed with my fiancé. What are the chances?”
“Apparently, too good,” he said dryly.
The cab driver glanced at us in the rearview mirror, clearly entertained by the drama unfolding in his backseat.
Lucas looked at me. “You okay?”
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“Peachy,” I said with a forced smile. “How about you?”
“Never better,” he replied, the sarcasm in his voice matching mine.
We both fell silent, watching as Oliver and Sophie disappeared into the restaurant. The cab slowed to a stop.
“Well,” he said, breaking the silence. “Now what?”
“I have an idea! But it’s going to require some creativity.”
“I’m listening.”
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“Good,” I said, already reaching for the door handle. “Because this is going to be fun. Give me a few minutes.”
I darted around the corner, finding a small bakery. One cake caught my eye. Perfect. I quickly bought it, grabbed a card, and returned to the restaurant.
“What’s that for?” Lucas asked as I handed him the cake and my engagement ring.
“Trust me,” I said, my voice steady. “Are you in?”
He smirked. “If it ends my relationship with style, I’m all in.”
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***
We walked into the restaurant like actors entering a stage, adrenaline buzzing in my veins. The warm glow of candlelight illuminated Sophie and Oliver, seated at a cozy corner table, laughing like they didn’t have a care in the world.
As we approached their table, their laughter faltered. Sophie’s face stiffened, her smile freezing like a glitching robot. Oliver quickly wiped his mouth with his napkin as if preparing for a courtroom defense.
“Kate?” Oliver stammered, looking as though he’d seen a ghost.
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“Lucas?” Sophie added.
“Well, well,” I said with a smile. “Fancy meeting you two here.”
Sophie, ever the professional, recovered first. “Oh! Lucas, this is Oliver. Oliver, this is Lucas. And Kate, you both know her. Huh! We were just, uh, wrapping up a business meeting!”
“Business meeting?” I repeated, my tone drenched in sarcasm. “Fascinating. Are kisses part of your standard business negotiations, or was that just a special offer?”
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Lucas leaned in, his expression mock-thoughtful. “You know, I wondered the same thing earlier. Guess we weren’t imagining it.”
Oliver jumped in. “Sophie and I were just, uh, brainstorming strategies.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, brainstorming. That’s what we’re calling it now?”
Lucas chuckled beside me, clearly enjoying himself. “Kate, don’t be so hard on them. It’s hard work… kissing and brainstorming.”
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The waiter appeared at that perfect moment, holding a cake on a tray.
The words “Sophie, Will You Marry Me?” were written in pink icing.
I gasped theatrically. “Oh my goodness, there’s my ring!”
Reaching over, I plucked the ring off the cake and tossed it toward Oliver. “Were you planning to propose to her again with this? How efficient of you.”
Oliver’s face turned crimson. “It’s not like that! This was just… a fling! I never meant to marry her!”
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Sophie’s expression darkened.
“A fling?!” she hissed. “I was ready to leave my fiancé for you, and this was just an affair to you?”
Their argument erupted. Heads turned at nearby tables, diners whispering behind their menus like that was the best entertainment they’d had all week.
Lucas and I exchanged a glance. Our mission there was done. As Oliver and Sophie’s shouting reached its peak, we slipped out of the restaurant.
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Later, we sat on a park bench, sharing the cake.
“You know,” Lucas said, grinning between bites. “This cake is the best thing that’s happened to me in months.”
“Maybe it’s because we’ve left the past behind. Clean slate.”
“What’s next for us, Kate?”
“I guess we’ll find out,” I said, handing him the plastic spoon.
I felt ready for whatever came next.
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50-Year-Old’s Epic Comeback to Workplace Mockery Will Inspire You!
At 50, I believed my career was over. But when I started working at a fast-paced startup, I soon became the target of a jealous young colleague. What happened next was more than just a struggle for respect; it led to a surprising twist that changed everything.
After losing my husband, I felt lost, like a ship without a direction. Days blended together, and finding a new purpose seemed impossible.
The psychology degree I had put aside years ago suddenly felt like my last hope. So, I decided to pull it out and use it in my 50s.
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When I got an internship at an IT startup, I couldn’t believe it. Technology wasn’t really my thing
But I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”
My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, driven, and focused only on one thing: success. Profits, growth, numbers.
People? Not so much.
In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could feel his doubt.
“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “It might be good to focus on building stronger connections within the team…”
Liam cut me off. “We’re growing fast. I need results. What do you suggest?”
“Well, it’s about finding balance.”
“You’re just an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, turning back to his laptop.
That was it. The conversation ended. I left the office feeling defeated.
Maybe I am too old for this.
I needed a fresh viewpoint, so I called my best friend Jake.
Jake had always been my rock, especially after my husband died. There were days I couldn’t even get out of bed, but Jake was always there, helping me through the grief.
We decided to meet at our usual café, a cozy place where time seemed to slow down.
Jake was there when I arrived.
“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” he said, waving me over.
I sat down. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job is tougher than I thought. Liam’s young, and he only cares about numbers and profits.”
“Liam, huh? The young boss you mentioned?”
I sighed. “Yes. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he dismissed them.”
“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake said. “You’ve been through a lot. You know how to help people connect. Why not use that?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember that emotional support program you wrote as your thesis? Why not offer it as the team-building event? It’s what you know best, and it works.”
I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me regain my strength after my husband passed.
“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”
Jake smiled. “That’s the spirit! And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”
With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building event, I watched his face, hoping for interest.
“Okay, Mary. Let’s give it a try,” Liam said, though his tone was flat.
“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits.”
Suddenly, I saw Lora standing outside the office, clearly listening to us. She stepped into my way as I tried to leave.
“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.
“It should help everyone connect better,” I said, trying to stay positive despite feeling uneasy around her.
“Liam agreed to this? Surprising, since he’s not really into this soft stuff.”
I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”
She paused and smiled too brightly.
“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing the activities, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
I hesitated; something felt off. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting, especially since I was new.
“That will be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”
“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”
At the time, I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just grateful for the assistance.
The day of the team-building event was supposed to be my chance to shine. But when I got to the venue, there was nothing. No decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.
Something was wrong. As I stood there, staring at the empty room, my phone rang. It was Liam.
“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d run this thing, and now you’re not even here!”
Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”
“What location?” His voice grew cold. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”
Lora. Of course.
It was a trap, and I had fallen for it. That was her way of making me look bad in front of Liam.
“I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up.
I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”
“What happened?”
“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can fix it, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said immediately.
I hurried home, just in time to set things up.
I arranged tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden feel warm and inviting. My nerves were high, but I wasn’t going to let this defeat me.
Jake arrived with the entire team in his van. They stepped out, looking confused but curious about the cozy setting.
The event was going better than I expected. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office facades dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.
Liam, who had always seemed serious, was finally loosening up. He moved around, talking to everyone, even smiling.
I noticed Lora and Liam chatting together. I got a bit closer, curious about what they were saying.
“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around.
“Yeah, I have to admit, it’s different from the usual corporate events.”
Lora laughed lightly. “Different is good, right? We often get stuck in our little bubbles at work.”
Liam leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We focus so much on results, we forget something important.”
I saw them both relaxing. For a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction.
Maybe this event would help them connect in more ways than one.
I caught Lora watching me from across the garden. Even though the evening went well, I sensed this wasn’t over.
As the night came to an end and people started leaving, I saw Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora looked around and picked up a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.
“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”
Liam’s face turned red with anger when he noticed the papers in Lora’s hands. He grabbed them.
“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”
I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t let me.
“Don’t act innocent. It’s obvious now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”
“No, Liam, I…” I started, but he waved me off.
“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”
With that, he stormed out. I turned to Lora.
She smirked. “I didn’t think those documents were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”
Still, I believed the real Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, she chose to be her worst self.
I sank into a chair, feeling completely defeated. Jake came over, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”
When I got a message from Liam asking to meet the next day at the office, I felt nervous, but I decided to go in with my head held high.
The next afternoon, I walked into the office with a heavy heart. I saw both Liam and Lora there.
“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the team-building event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”
“Why?” I asked, barely believing her.
Lora sighed, looking down.
“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the team-building event and hearing what you said… I realized how wrong I was.”
Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.
“She’s telling the truth, Mary. Honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That night in your garden, I felt like a normal person again. I started to notice things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”
He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed the relaxed atmosphere of that evening did more than I hoped.
Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. From today, I’d like to make it official. You’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”
I was stunned, then broke into a smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam.”
Liam added, “And we’ve got more to celebrate. The morning meeting with the investors went great. So, I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my path and could focus on helpingWhen I got an internship at a tech startup, I couldn’t believe my luck. Technology wasn’t really my area of expertise, but I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”
My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, ambitious, and very focused on one thing: success. He cared a lot about profits, growth, and numbers, but not so much about people.
In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could sense his doubt.
“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “Maybe we should focus on building stronger connections within the team…”
He cut me off, “We’re growing fast. I need results. What are you suggesting?”
“Well, it’s about creating a balance.”
“You’re an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, already turning back to his laptop.
That was it. The conversation was over. I left feeling deflated.
Maybe I’m too old for this.
I needed a new perspective, so I called my best friend, Jake.
Jake had always helped me, especially when times were tough. After my husband passed away, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. But Jake was there, cheering me on when I struggled with my grief.
We decided to meet at our favorite café, a cozy place nearby where time seemed to slow down.
Jake was already there when I arrived.
“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Jake said, waving me over.
I sat down and sighed. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job… It’s harder than I expected. Liam’s young, and he’s all about numbers and profits.”
“Liam, huh? The boss you mentioned?” Jake asked.
“Yeah. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he just brushed them off.”
“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake replied. “You’ve been through so much. You know how to bring people together. Why not use that?”
I looked at him, puzzled.
“What do you mean?”
“Remember the emotional support program you created for your thesis? Why not offer that as a team-building event? You know it works.”
I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me heal after losing my husband.
“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”
Jake smiled. “Now you’re thinking. And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”
With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building idea, I watched his face, hoping for some interest.
“Alright, Mary. Let’s give it a shot,” Liam said, though he didn’t sound too excited.
“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits from it.”
Suddenly, I noticed Lora, who had been standing outside the office, clearly eavesdropping. She stepped in front of me before I could walk by.
“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.
“It should be a good way to connect everyone,” I said, trying to stay upbeat despite the uncomfortable tension I felt with her.
“Liam agreed to this? Surprising. He’s not into this soft stuff.”
I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”
She paused and smiled a bit too brightly.
“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”
Something about her offer made me hesitate. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting since I was new.
“That would be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”
“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”
I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just thankful for the help.
The day of the team-building event was my chance to prove myself. But when I arrived at the venue, there was nothing—no decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.
Something was wrong. As I stood there, my phone rang. It was Liam.
“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d be running this thing, and now you’re not even here!”
Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”
“What location?” His voice was sharp. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”
Lora. Of course.
It was a setup, and I had walked right into it. That was her way of making me look incompetent in front of Liam.
“I’m on my way,” I managed to say before hanging up.
I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”
“What happened?” he asked.
“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can make it work, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said.
I rushed home with just enough time to prepare.
I set up tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden inviting. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin everything.
Jake arrived with the entire team packed into his van. The employees spilled out, looking confused but intrigued by the cozy setting.
The event went better than I imagined. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office masks dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.
Liam, who had always been so serious, was finally relaxing. He moved from group to group, engaging in conversations and even smiling.
At one point, I noticed Lora and Liam together. I edged closer, curious about what they were saying.
“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around the garden.
“Yeah, it’s different from the usual corporate events,” Liam replied.
Lora laughed. “Different is good, right? Sometimes we all get stuck in our office bubbles.”
Liam leaned back. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We’re always pushing for results and overlooking something important.”
I felt a sense of satisfaction watching them let their guards down. Maybe this event would bring them closer in more ways than one.
I caught Lora looking at me from across the garden. Even with the evening going smoothly, I sensed this wasn’t the end of her games.
As the night wound down and people began to leave, I noticed Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora glanced around and reached for a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.
“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”
Liam’s face turned red when he saw the papers in her hands. He snatched them away.
“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”
I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off.
“Don’t act innocent. It’s clear now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”
“No, Liam, I…” I tried to explain, but he waved me off.
“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”
He stormed out, leaving me with Lora.
She smirked. “I didn’t think those papers were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”
“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”
Still, I believed there was a better version of Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, but she chose to be her worst self at that moment.
I sank into a chair, feeling defeated. Jake came over and placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”
When I received a message from Liam asking me to meet him the next day, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I decided to go in with my head held high.
The next afternoon, I arrived at the office feeling heavy-hearted. When I walked in, I saw both Liam and Lora there.
“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”
“Why?” I asked, hardly believing her.
Lora sighed and looked down.
“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the event and hearing you speak, I realized how wrong I was.”
Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.
“She’s telling the truth, Mary. And honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That evening in your garden, I didn’t just feel like the boss. I felt like a regular person again. I started noticing things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”
He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing the relaxed atmosphere had done more than I hoped.
Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. So, from now on, you’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”
I was stunned for a moment and then broke into a big smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam!”
“And we have more to celebrate. The investor meeting went great. I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”
I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my pathIt looks like you’re interested in a story about navigating workplace dynamics, personal challenges, and the journey of self-discovery. This narrative explores the protagonist, Mary, as she faces challenges in her internship at a tech startup. She encounters a young and ambitious boss, Liam, who prioritizes numbers over people, and a competitive colleague, Lora, who tries to undermine her.
The turning point comes when Mary decides to pitch a team-building event based on her emotional support program, which ultimately transforms the team’s dynamics. Despite obstacles, including Lora’s manipulations, Mary’s efforts lead to a more positive work environment and her own empowerment, as she eventually becomes the company’s emotional recovery coach.
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