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Soon, the cab came to a stop, and Lolita stepped out, her gaze immediately drawn upward. The skyscraper before her soared into the clouds, its glass and steel façade gleaming in the sunlight. Bold letters crowned the top: "SAI Cooperation." This is it, she thought, straightening her pants and squaring her shoulders, though the nervousness curling in her chest was one she hadn't felt in years. A rat has entered the building, she added wryly to herself, refusing to let her anxiety show.
She stepped into the marble-floored lobby, the scent of fresh coffee and polished glass filling the air. Receptionists typed rapidly behind sleek desks, their fingers flying over keyboards with mechanical precision, while employees in sharp suits passed by, nodding politely to one another. Sunlight streamed through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting geometric reflections across the shiny floor. The place felt impossibly clean, impossibly ordered, stepping into a world that had nothing to do with her.
Near the reception area, a woman in a crisp blazer waited with a clipboard. She smiled warmly. "Hi, I'm Martha from HR," she said, extending her hand. "Welcome to SAI Cooperation! I'll show you around and help you get settled."
Lolita shook her hand firmly, masking the flutter of nerves in her chest.
Martha led her through rows of glass-walled cubicles. The soft hum of computers and quiet chatter surrounded them like an invisible river of motion. They passed the conference hall, where high-backed chairs sat neatly around a polished table, and the cafeteria, its modern décor inviting yet imposing. "This is the conference hall, and over there is the cafeteria," Martha explained. Each introduction felt formal, carefully curated. Lolita nodded along.
After a few minutes, they stepped into the elevator, heading for the executive wing. The walls reflected the soft glow of recessed lighting, and the polished steel doors slid shut with a quiet hum. Just as Martha pressed the button, the doors opened again, and a young man in his early twenties appeared. His curly brown hair framed striking grey-blue eyes, about 6ft tall and well-built and confident..
"Good morning, HR," he grinned. Martha nodded. "How was your night?"
"It's splendid," he said, glancing at Lolita. "Hello." He waved, a sly smile on his face as his eyes briefly raked her body from head to toe, making her uncomfortable, As she looked away from him after all he wasn't worth her sight.
"Martha, who's this?" he asked, his gaze still lingering on Lolita.
"This is the CEO's personal assistant, Lolita," Martha replied firmly.
The young man's grin widened. "Oh, such a gorgeous face… wouldn't mind seeing more of you around here."
"Don't talk nonsense," Martha snapped, shooting him a sharp warning look.
"I'm Cain," he said, extending his hand And Lolita shook it her expression neutral.
The elevator chimed " Oh, here's my stop. Bye, Lolita," he said as the elevator doors opened and he stepped out.
The elevator ascended and soon came to a stop at the executive wing, The elevator doors slid open, and they stepped into the executive wing. The space was expansive, with floor-to-ceiling windows letting in streams of sunlight. Plush chairs and glass desks reflected the modern elegance of the office, while abstract paintings added splashes of color to the pristine walls. Lolita couldn't help but glance around, impressed by the sheer sophistication of the place, this is her first time in a place like this after all she's an illiterate and stop out, just circumstances putting her in the wrong place.
They walked in quietly, and a few heads turned in their direction. Some staff waved or nodded politely, while others remained focused on their work. Lolita felt a flutter of nerves in her chest but held her head high. Everyone here seems so… polished, she thought to herself.
Martha guided her toward a group of secretaries working behind sleek desks. Glass partitions lined the office, allowing staff to see their colleagues while keeping each workspace separate. Sunlight streamed through the windows, reflecting off the glass and giving the space a crisp, modern feel. Lolita couldn't help but glance around, she was impressed of course, even though she knew she shouldn't be impressed, this is very different from San Pablo, what do u get when ur in the city.
Soon, they reached Lolita's desk. The chair was new, polished, and the desktop gleamed with a brand-new computer. Martha introduced her to the girl who would be her next neighbor, separated by a glass wall. She had Amber eyes complimenting her tanned skin and jet-black, waist-length hair. No makeup. Simple, natural… stunning.
"Stephanie, meet Lolita," Martha said. Stephanie stretched out her hand. Lolita shook it firmly, matching her grip, her eyes cooly assessing.
Stephanie stood and began walking toward her. The sway of her hips, the natural curves, the confident stride—it all made Lolita pause, just for a fraction of a second. Effortlessly stunning, she thought. But she kept her expression neutral. Hoping and wishing for the day to end sooner
"I love your makeup, by the way," Stephanie said warmly, amber eyes bright yet sharp.
Lolita gave a small, measured smile.
Stephanie adjusted her spectacles on the bridge of her nose, licking her lips thoughtfully. "Before you came, there was a lady who worked here," she said, casual but deliberate. "She got fired because, instead of handling her own work, she kept handing files over to me. She was supposed to send them to the CEO, but with all the errors, it fell on me to fix things."
Her pause carried weight, her sly smile a subtle warning. "Honestly, even with you here, I think I'll still be the one sending the files."
Lolita's green eyes Quietly watched her
Stephanie wasn't just gorgeous she was clever, assertive, and unafraid to stake her claim. Lolita didn't flinch or gush. She simply stored the information, mentally filing it away.
Stephanie suddenly clapped her hands together. "Oh, my bad. Let me go grab the file you're supposed to work on," she said, walking briskly to her desk.
Lolita leaned against her chair slightly, watching her. Noted, she repeated silen