interview

Exiting the room, the eerie silence left people convinced that the company was destined for bankruptcy sooner or later. Nervous glances were thrown in Demetria's direction, but the unbothered queen paid no heed. They reached their car and settled inside.

Soon, they arrived at the towering building boldly proclaiming itself as "Demetria Conglomerates" for those unaware of its ownership. Walking through, anyone in her path bowed 90 degrees, acknowledging the chairperson. Fear and respect coexisted as they recognized the woman who had built the empire from scratch at such a young age. They reached the lift.

After a while, Stacy dared to question, "Weren't you too hard on him? It was okay to extend the contract, I think, ma'am."

Demetria replied coldly, "You're fired, Stacy."

Stacy sought confirmation, "What?"

"I don't repeat myself."

Exiting the lift on the top floor where her office resided, Demetria left Stacy starstruck. Running after her, Stacy pleaded, "But why? I did nothing wrong."

Demetria stopped, locking eyes, and asked, "How many years have you been working for me?"

"Th...three years?"

"Hmm. By now, you still couldn't understand me. I hate traitors. Drag her out."

As Stacy was escorted out, Demetria retreated to her cabin, sinking into her chair with a heavy sigh. Her mind had been in turmoil since discovering that someone leaked information about the company's upcoming product, and she found out it was Stacy, her trusted assistant.

Amid her contemplation, Kim Jiho, also known as Ava, burst in—the only person in the building who could raise her voice at Demetria.

"Ria, what the heck? I heard you fired your assistant."

"Hmm," Demetria hummed with closed eyes.

"But why? I thought you liked her work."

"I don't keep traitors; you know that."

"What did that girl do to piss you off?"

"I don't have the energy to tell you."

"You and your lazy butt. What now? New assistant or something?"

"Hmm, start the interviews."

The word limit isn't helping so just some thoughts by me to cover the limit

A beautiful thought existed amidst the dark and ugly world

It was called love