Romance

True Love

Secretary

Mature

Independent

Second Chance

Emotion

Urban

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

Nora's POV 
I wasn't supposed to be here- hell, even the job offer said so, but I was down for anything. Sterling Capital Group was a company that commanded respect from everyone in New York City. It was not just any company, it was a powerhouse, one that could make or destroy careers. I could not sleep on such an offer. I had waited for this day all summer and I couldn't believe I finally got a call back from a company of such caliber. I realized that the little proceedings from my family business could no longer cut it for me.
I arrived at the company at 7:30. The interview was scheduled for 8:00, so I was right on time. The company building screamed luxury. It was the definition of first class, its roof touching the skies. From just looking, you could tell it had more than 25 floors. Honestly speaking, it was the biggest building I had ever seen.
I showed up in my best clothes- or so I thought. My cheap heels, my scruffy button-up top, and my thrifted pants stood nothing close to the outfits I saw there. These people were looking for jobs just like me, but one could tell that they were polished corporate elites. That was enough to make me lose my confidence and go home, but I had so much on the line. 
There was a long line filled with my fellow applicants waiting for their turns. I was starting to wish I had at least taken breakfast before stepping out of my house. The sterile office space, paired with the freezing air conditioning, only made my exhaustion worse. The plain and boring aesthetic that came with the work environment and the cold atmosphere made me so tired and hungry. 
I'm pretty sure I yawned so many times to the point where I disgusted the people around me. My top had sleeves but it didn't make any effort to keep me from the cold. So much for a corporate top. I kept rubbing my palms against each other to create some form of friction. The line was moving at such a slow pace and I was getting even more tired. Maybe if I got some shut-eye till it was my turn, I'd be a bit more active. As soon as I tried to close my eyes I was jolted by someone calling my name up front.
“N. Sinclair!” the voice called out. I was confused as to why I was getting called out amid all the other applicants in front of me, but I answered as quickly as I could, moving to the room where the interview was taking place, not minding the heads that turned as I walked by. As I walked towards the room, I noticed the interviewer’s brows furrowed. He looked confused but he still let me in.
The office was a sleek, intimidating space, even more tense than the waiting room. A stern-looking interviewer, Mr. Harrington, sat behind a glass desk, flipping through a file as I stepped in.
“Take a seat, Ms. Sinclair
“Thank you, sir,” I replied 
Mr. Harrington, now frantically flipping through the files, asked, “You’re… Nora Sinclair?”
“ Yes, sir.”
“You're not what I expected.” He said rather condescendingly.
My heart began to pound. “Excuse me, sir, what do you mean?” 
“Your background. Your résumé. This—doesn’t quite align with what we were looking for.”
“Well, I may not have the traditional background, but I can assure you I’m hardworking, quick to learn, and—”
“You weren’t even on the final shortlist. This job was open for Natalie Sinclair, not you, Nora. ”
I began blinking in disbelief and my stomach dropped. “What?”
“There seems to have been a clerical error. You weren’t supposed to be called in.”
I was gripping my chair, holding on to it like I was holding on to this offer, I couldn't just let it go. “But… I got an email. A confirmation.”
“Yes, a mistake on our part. I apologize for the inconvenience, but—”
“I believe I am qualified for this job. Please just let me try. Give me an ultimatum; I'll do anything. I know I can.”
Mr. Harrington, now invested in my determination decided to take his chances. “ Prove it,” he said.
“There's an issue inside these files,” he said, throwing a random file in front of me. “I want to you find out what it is and give me a solution”
My fingers tighten around the file as I scan the numbers. It’s overwhelming—percentages, market trends, financial projections—all things I was never formally trained in. But I've always been good at reading between the lines, spotting patterns where others don’t.
I take a slow breath, forcing myself to focus. If I panic, I'm done for. Instead, I look for the basics—what industry is this? What’s the main risk factor? What’s the potential gain?
“ Okay… a tech startup. Recently secured a round of funding… projected growth looks solid, but…”
I finally figured it out.
“This investment looks promising at first glance. Strong projections, a growing market—but the lawsuit changes everything. If they lose, it could wipe out their profits for years. If I were an investor, I’d walk away or renegotiate for better terms before committing.”
Silence. 
Mr. Harrington’s brow lifts slightly. He leans forward, glancing down at the file as if seeing it differently.
“And how did you reach that conclusion?”
“The numbers looked good—too good. I figured something had to be off. So I checked for red flags.”
Mr. Harrington taps a finger against the desk, considering me. Then, after a long pause, he nods.
“Not bad, Sinclair. Not bad at all.”
I exhale, the tension draining from her shoulders. I did it. I actually did it.
I was still gripping the chair, my pulse hammering as I watched Mr. Harrington press his lips together. He looked like he was weighing his options, torn between dismissing me outright and… whatever the alternative was. The silence stretched, thick with hesitation.
Then the door swung open.
A voice, smooth and sharp as a blade, cut through the room.
“Is there a reason this interview is still happening?”
I turned instinctively—and felt my breath hitch.
Standing in the doorway was Adrian Sterling.
I knew who he was before Mr. Harrington even straightened in his seat. Everyone in this city knew him. He was the man behind Sterling Capital Group, a billionaire before thirty-five, a ghost in the media but a legend in the corporate world. And now he was here, in the flesh, looking at me like I was a problem that needed to be erased.
Mr. Harrington scrambled to explain. “Mr. Sterling, I—there was a clerical mix-up. This candidate wasn’t supposed to be called in, but she insisted on taking the assessment, and—”
“And you entertained it?” His tone was flat, unimpressed. He hadn’t even looked at me properly, yet I could already hear the dismissal in his voice.
I clenched my fists under the table, irritation burning through my earlier nervousness. Who did he think he was? No—scratch that. I knew who he was. But that didn’t mean I’d sit here and let him act like I was wasting his precious time.
Mr. Harrington cleared his throat. “She performed… unexpectedly well.”
Finally, Adrian’s gaze slid to me. His eyes were dark, unreadable, studying me like I was some anomaly he couldn’t quite place. He took a slow step forward, his presence filling the room in a way that made the air feel heavier.
“What’s your name?”
I lifted my chin. “Nora Sinclair.”
Something flickered across his face at that—recognition? No, it was gone too fast.
“You do realize you weren’t meant to be here?”
I folded my arms, refusing to shrink under his scrutiny. “I realize there was a mistake. But I also just proved that I’m not a waste of your time.”
I thought I caught the faintest trace of amusement in his expression, but if it was there, he buried it just as quickly. He turned to Mr. Harrington.
“What position was she mistakenly called in for?”
Mr. Harrington hesitated. “Personal Secretary”.
I stiffened. Secretary? That wasn’t what I had in mind at all. I thought I was applying for something more analytical, something where I could actually use my skills. But before I could voice my frustration, Adrian spoke again.
“If she wants the job, she can have it.”
I blinked. What?
Even Mr. Harrington seemed thrown. “Sir?”
Adrian’s gaze returned to me, assessing. “She found the flaw in the investment file faster than some of our analysts. That’s worth something.”
I should have felt victorious. I got the job. But something about the way he said it—like I was just a minor curiosity, not actually qualified—set my teeth on edge.
I straightened in my chair, meeting his gaze head-on. “I won’t be fetching coffee.”
Adrian tilted his head slightly like he found my defiance mildly entertaining. “That depends on how useful you make yourself.”
My jaw tightened, but I said nothing.
I’d take the job.
And I’d prove him wrong.


CHAPTER SEVEN Nora's POV I was just returning from my meeting with Adrian with a few files clutched to my chest when I saw her—Vivienne Laurent—standing by my desk like she owned the damn floor. She was dressed in sleek designer black, her heels clicking against the marble like a ticking bomb. Her eyes, sharp as glass, lifted the moment she saw me."There you are," she said smoothly, her voice dripping with false sweetness. "I was wondering if you were avoiding me."I forced a polite smile and kept walking until I was beside her. "Is there something you need, Miss Laurent?"She chuckled. "Oh, it's Vivienne, darling. No need to be so formal." Her eyes dropped to the files in my hand. "Hard at work, I see. Adrian must be… keeping you busy."There was a beat of silence before she leaned closer, her tone dipping just enough to signal that this wasn’t going to be a friendly chat."Let’s talk privately."Without waiting for my response, she turned and walked toward the empty conference room beside Adrian’s office. I hesitated. Every bone in my body screamed to turn away, to pretend I hadn’t heard her. But I knew better. Avoiding her would only feed her ego. And besides, if she wanted to play games, I could at least sit through the first round.I followed her inside. She closed the door behind us and turned sharply, crossing her arms."I’ll make this simple," she said, her smile gone. "Stay away from Adrian."I blinked. "Excuse me?""You heard me," she snapped. "You’re a distraction—an amusing one, I’m sure—but he doesn’t need that right now. Especially not from someone like you."I clenched my jaw. "I’m just doing my job.""Exactly. And you’d do well to remember that." Her tone was low, threatening, and cold. "You think that event night changed something between you two? It didn’t. You were just the charity case in a pretty dress. And I’m sure it thrilled him to see how easily impressed you were."Heat flushed through my cheeks, anger bubbling just beneath the surface, but Adrian’s voice echoed in my head.“You work for me, Nora. Whatever happened last night—it won’t happen again.”I swallowed hard and looked away, my fists tightening around the files.Vivienne stepped closer. "You’re not special. He has responsibilities—real ones. You won’t ever be part of that world, no matter how many dances he gives you."My mouth parted slightly, the sharp retort right there on the tip of my tongue. But I bit it back. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. Not now. Not when Adrian had already warned me.She took my silence as victory."Smart girl," she whispered, brushing past me with the scent of expensive perfume trailing behind her. At the door, she paused. "Oh, and don’t take this personally. I’ve just always been good at protecting what’s mine."Then she was gone, heels clicking back across the floor like the aftermath of a storm.I stood alone in the cold conference room, heart pounding, anger simmering under my skin, and the bitter realization that this game I’d stepped into wasn’t just about me anymore.Vivienne had declared war—and I wasn’t sure how long I could play by the rules Adrian wanted me to follow.

The Weight of Us

Chapter 7