The relentless snowstorm made me seek shelter in a stranger’s home. At first, Justin seemed kind. Too kind. But when I discovered his connection to my biggest secret, everything changed.
That morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The alarm blared, making the sensation worse. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off, and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off like the day was already conspiring against me.
At work, my boss, Lori, was standing at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling prey. Meetings with Lori were less about collaboration and more about survival.
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“Good morning, team! Before we dive into the numbers,” Lori began, her gaze settling on me, “I have a special assignment.”
My stomach tightened.
“Sophia,” she continued, “you’ll be heading to Montana. There’s a small mountain town where our competitors are testing campaigns. I want you there by tomorrow.”
“Montana?!”
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“Yes, Montana. You’ll gather intel on their strategies. We need to stay ahead.”
“But it’s Thanksgiving! I had plans.”
Lori cut me off. “Plans can wait. This is business. You’re the best we’ve got for this kind of work.”
I glanced around the room. The silence was deafening.
“I’ll get it done,” I muttered, my hands clenched under the table.
“Excellent! Now, let’s discuss next quarter’s goals.”
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It felt ridiculous, yet there was no arguing with Lori. She wielded her authority like a weapon, and one wrong move could mean the end of my career.
After the meeting, I opened my laptop. My inbox was already filled with follow-ups from Lori: flight details, a contact list, and a reminder that the trip was “critical” for the company’s success.
I sighed, staring at the cursor blinking in the search bar.
“Montana, here I come,” I muttered, booking the flight.
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***
I packed my suitcase in record time, and in a few hours, I was seated on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds gathering in the distance.
“Looks like we’re in for some holiday weather,” a voice said beside me.
I turned to see a man settling into the seat next to mine. He had a warm, easy smile and a kind face.
“I’m Justin,” he said, extending a hand.
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“Sophia,” I replied, shaking it.
The usual polite small talk followed: where we were headed, what we did for a living. Then, after the second glass of sparkling wine, without thinking much, I let it slip.
“Actually, I’m supposed to gather ideas from competitors for my job. I guess you could call it espionage.”
Justin chuckled. “Espionage, huh? Sounds like you’ve got a pretty important job if it’s pulling you away from Thanksgiving.”
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“Well, somebody has to do it,” I said lightly, though the bitterness crept into my voice.
The flight passed fast thanks to Justin’s friendly conversation. But the moment we landed, the storm was full-blown chaos. Snow piled up against the terminal windows.
“All flights are canceled until further notice,” the intercom blared.
I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The thought of spending the night in the freezing terminal made my headache return.
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“Rough day?” Justin appeared again, dragging his suitcase.
“You could say that.” I showed him the fully booked hotel listings on my phone.
“Well. I live nearby. It’s not fancy, but you’re welcome to stay.”
I blinked at him. “Are you sure?”
“It’s better than freezing here. Come on.”
Grateful and too tired to argue, I followed him out into the snowy night.
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***
When we arrived at Justin’s house, the snow was falling in thick, quiet flakes. The world outside was still, as though the storm had tucked everything in for the night.
“Everyone’s asleep,” Justin said, taking off his boots by the door. “I’ll show you to the guest room.”
I followed him up a narrow staircase. The house had a lived-in charm — family photos lined the walls, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Justin opened a door and flicked on the light.
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“Here you go,” he said. “Make yourself comfortable. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them. I’ll leave some tea and dinner for you downstairs.”
“Thanks.”
As he left, I glanced around the room. Suddenly, I noticed a photo on the wall. It was Justin, smiling broadly, with a group of employees in front of a sign. The logo on the sign was unmistakable. My stomach dropped.
Justin is the competitor!
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Before I could process the shock, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Sure enough, Lori’s name flashed across the screen. Reluctantly, I answered.
“Well, well,” Lori’s voice crackled through the line, filled with satisfaction. “Looks like you’re exactly where you need to be.”
“Lori,” I began, keeping my voice low, “this isn’t…”
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“Listen, Sophia,” she cut me off. “I don’t care about your excuses. You’re there to get the job done. Dig through his files, find out what projects they’re working on, and send me everything. Don’t forget, I can make it look like this was all your idea. Clients won’t trust someone who spies on their own. Understood?”
Her words were ice in my veins. I hesitated, torn between guilt and the crushing pressure of her threats.
“Fine,” I muttered finally.
The call ended, leaving me feeling like I’d just made a deal with the devil.
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***
Hours later, when Justin’s house had gone completely quiet, I crept downstairs. His office door was slightly ajar, the glow of his laptop casting faint shadows.
My hands shook as I searched through his files, stopping when I spotted a flash drive inserted into the laptop.
That’s it! All in there!
Just as I reached for it, I heard a small voice.
“Hi,” a little girl said, rubbing her eyes. “I’m Liv.”
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“Hi, Liv,” I whispered, glancing nervously toward the hallway. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
“Are you playing hide-and-seek?”
Before I could respond, Justin’s voice called softly, “Liv? What are you doing up?”
I panicked, ducking under the desk and motioning for Liv to keep quiet. She gave a tiny nod.
Justin appeared in the doorway, scooping her into his arms. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s get you back to bed.”
As they left, I grabbed the flash drive, tucked it into my pocket, and slipped back to my room.
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***
The following morning, I intended to leave quietly, avoiding an awkward goodbye, but Justin and Liv were already at the kitchen table.
“Morning,” Justin greeted, his warm smile lighting up the room. “You must be starving after all that travel. Come on in.”
I stepped hesitantly into the cozy kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee and pancakes drawing me in. Liv was drawing at the table.
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“Hi! I am Liv,” she said brightly.
Then, to my surprise, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, “Shh,” mimicking the gesture I’d made to her the night before.
My cheeks flushed. “Hi, Liv! I am Sophia. Could I see your masterpiece?”
Did she remember everything?
“Yup!” She giggled, giving me her picture. “Daddy says we’re making pancakes for you. I helped with the batter.”
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“She’s the head chef this morning,” Justin chimed in, flipping a pancake on the stove.
“Thanks for letting me stay last night. It was kind of you.”
“Not a problem. Storm like that? You’d have frozen at the airport.”
Liv hopped down from her chair and skipped over to the counter. She picked up a plate piled high with golden pancakes and walked it over to me, balancing it carefully with both hands.
“Daddy, can we have whipped cream on them?” Liv asked, tugging at Justin’s sleeve.
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“You have to ask our guest first. Does Sophia like whipped cream?”
Liv turned to me. “Do you?”
“Of course,” I said, laughing. “Who doesn’t?”
Liv clapped her hands. As she sprayed a generous swirl onto her pancake, she glanced at me again, her finger returning to her lips in a playful “shh.”
My heart sank slightly.
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She did remember!
Justin slid into the seat across from me. As we ate, he shared his story.
“After Liv’s mom passed away during childbirth,” he began, “it was just the two of us. Balancing parenthood and running the company hasn’t been easy, but Liv’s my reason for everything.”
Liv looked up from her pancakes, her face glowing with pride. “Daddy works hard, but he always has time for me.”
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This man isn’t just kind. He is incredible! And I betrayed his trust the night before.
Justin leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. “What about you, Sophia? What drives you?”
What can I say? That my job feels like a race I could never win? That I don’t even know what I am chasing anymore?
“I guess I’ve been so focused on my career that I haven’t stopped to think about it,” I admitted, pushing my fork into the last bite of pancake. “Maybe it’s time I do.”
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The warmth of the moment was shattered when my phone buzzed loudly on the table. Lori’s name flashed across the screen. I excused myself and stepped outside. The cold air bit at my cheeks as I read her latest message:
“Where is the file, Sophia? If you don’t send it now, you’re done. Fired. And don’t think you’ll find work elsewhere. I’ll make sure no one hires you again.”
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I stared at the phone. My career, my reputation… It was all on the line. But then I thought about Justin’s story and Liv’s trust in her Dad.
Can I really betray that?
I turned back toward the house, walked over, and held out the flash drive to Justin.
“Here. I can’t do this. I’m sorry.”
He looked at me, then nodded. I grabbed my coat and bag, said a quick goodbye to Liv, and walked out the door, fighting back tears.
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At the airport, I waited for my flight, staring at my phone as Lori’s messages piled up.
“You’re done. You’ll regret this. You’re fired!”
My future felt uncertain, and fear clawed at me. But before I could spiral further, I heard a familiar voice.
“Sophia.”
I turned to see Justin standing there, holding Liv’s hand. My heart almost stopped.
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“I knew everything from the start,” he said calmly. “Liv told me about ‘hide-and-seek,’ and I recognized your company’s name on your documents on the plane. Lori and I have crossed paths before.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I invited you because I liked you. Even after everything, I could see you weren’t the kind of person to go through with something like this. I wanted to see what you’d choose. And you made the right choice.”
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“Daddy says you can stay for Thanksgiving. Will you?”
Justin smiled softly. “The offer still stands.”
I didn’t have to think long. “I’d like that.”
That Thanksgiving, as snow blanketed the world outside, I felt a warmth of home. Perhaps that was the start of a life filled with meaning, love, and the promise of a future with Justin and Liv.
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Young Woman Gets a Job as a Maid and Notices Mother’s Framed Photo in Boss’s Bedroom – Story of the Day
Caroline got a job as a cleaning lady in New York and went to her first assignment. It was a beautiful house in Manhattan, but something shocked her. There was a picture of her mother in the office. Then a man walked in.
“I’m going to do a great job,” Caroline psyched herself up in front of her first assignment. She and her friend, Melissa, moved to New York a few days ago to make their dreams of being Broadway stars come true.
But they needed to find jobs first to rent an apartment together. Luckily, Melissa got hired at a clothing store, and Caroline got a job at an agency for domestic cleaners.
It was perfect. It wasn’t that time-consuming, and she loved cleaning because it had a calming effect on her. Moreover, if no one else was home, she could practice her singing voice.
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Unfortunately, her mother’s face popped into her mind before walking into her first home. Her mother, Helen, didn’t want her to chase after such silly dreams, much less live in New York.
Caroline was born and raised in Philadelphia, which wasn’t that far away. She didn’t have a father, and her mother never said a word about him. For some reason, Helen really hated New York. She also sheltered Caroline all her life, which was why she had to escape.
When she and Melissa planned their move, she knew her mother would not allow it. Caroline suspected she may even fake an illness just to get her to stay. But Caroline needed to fight for her dreams. It was her life. So, she left a tiny note on her mother’s dresser when she was asleep and ran away.
It had been several days, and Helen had not called her, which was weird. But Caroline assumed she was probably mad at her. Hopefully, she would get over it once Caroline debuted on Broadway. Now, it was time to focus on cleaning this house.
According to the agency director, an older man lives in the house alone, so it was not particularly messy in the first place. When Caroline finally walked inside using the key under the mat as was instructed, she wasted no time to start cleaning — first, the kitchen, then the living room, and moving towards the bedroom.
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“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question? Who is this woman?”
She hesitated a bit right at the entrance of a serious-looking office, but there were no instructions against coming in. She resolved not to touch too much around the desk and continued cleaning.
There was a beautiful fireplace with a mantelpiece on top and huge bookshelves along the opposite wall. It was the kind of office Caroline had only seen in movies.
She tidied as quickly and thoroughly as she could but stopped short at the mantelpiece. There were several pictures on top, but one caught her attention. A picture with her mother’s face. She was at least 18 years younger, but it was her. “Why is my mother in this man’s pictures?” she wondered out loud.
Suddenly, she heard footsteps and an older man entered the office. “Oh hello there! You must be the new cleaning lady. I’m Richard Smith. I own this house,” the man introduced himself with a warm smile. “Are you done in here already?”
“I’m almost done, sir. But may I ask a question?” Caroline hesitated, hoping that the man wouldn’t be mad if she asked about the image. “Who is this woman?”
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“Who?” he wondered, moving closer to her and putting on his glasses. “Ah yes. That’s Helen. She was the love of my life.”
Caroline’s senses started pinging. “What happened to her?” She couldn’t help but ask.
“She died during a bus crash. She was pregnant at the time too. I couldn’t even go to the funeral because her mother hated me. It was crazy… I tried to move on and never did. To this day, I still love and miss her,” Richard responded, removing his glasses and moving towards his chair.
“Sir, I’m sorry to intrude like this, and thank you for telling me. But this woman… she looks so much like my mother. It’s insane,” Caroline revealed.
The older man frowned at her. “What do you mean?”
“Well, my mother, Helen, looks exactly like this woman. Obviously, she’s older now, but the resemblance is uncanny. I’m 98% sure this is her,” she continued, facing Richard but gesturing toward the photograph.
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“Helen? Your mother’s name is Helen? Where did you grow up?”
“Philadelphia,” she answered, shrugging her shoulders. Her eyes widened now that she realized that if that was Helen, then this man might be her father.
Richard covered his mouth with his hands. “This is not possible…” he whispered. “Can I have your mother’s phone number?”
“Sure,” she said and gave it to him.
“Can you stay here while I call her?” he requested, and Caroline agreed.
He dialed right there from his office phone, and her mother’s voice answered after a few rings. “Hello? Is it you, Caroline?”
Richard looked up at Caroline for a second but decided to speak up first. “Is this Helen Geller?”
“Yes. Who am I speaking to?” Helen asked from the other end of the line.
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“Helen, it’s Richard,” he continued, his voice starting to get emotional.
“Richard, who? Wait a minute. Richard Morris? What do you want after all these years?” Helen asked, her voice hardening for some reason.
Caroline and Richard started at each other in confusion, but he continued. “What do you mean after all these years? I thought you were dead!”
“What?”
Richard explained what he knew of the alleged accident when he had lost his future wife and unborn baby. He also explained how Helen’s mother didn’t allow him at the funeral and refused to tell him anything afterward. But Helen had no idea what he was talking about and told him what she knew.
“My mother told me that you called and decided you wanted nothing to do with me. So I raised my daughter on my own,” Helen revealed, and Caroline was shocked by this turn of events.
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“That’s not… Helen, I would never abandon you. I never moved on. I still thought of you every day. I mourned you. I’ve been in pain thinking about you and our kid for almost two decades,” Richard continued, but Helen was quiet.
“I can’t believe Mom would do this. But well, that was her way. I don’t know what do now,” Helen finally stated. “Wait. How did you find out I was still alive?”
“Mom, I’m here,” Caroline chimed in at last. She hurriedly explained what happened and reassured her mother that she was fine in New York.
“I can’t believe this is happening at all. I can’t even ask my mother why she would do something so cruel to us. She died years ago. But anyway, when are you coming back home, Caroline?” Helen asked, in a firmer voice toward her daughter.
“I’m not coming back until I make it on Broadway. And now, well… now I have another reason to stay here,” Caroline continued, looking at Richard with a tiny smile.
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“Fine, but I’m coming up to New York soon,” Helen said and hung up. Richard and Caroline started at each other in silence for a few moments before either of them spoke up.
“So, I guess you’re my dad,” she chirped. He laughed, and that’s how they broke the ice.
What can we learn from this story?
- Let your children pursue their dreams. Caroline ran away because her mother was overprotective. You should guide your children but let them decide what to do with their lives.
- Some parents don’t have your best interests at heart. Helen’s mother did something horrible to her and Richard, and they would never know why.
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