Falling for the unreachable 💔💔💔 WHAT A BOSS

Painful thoughts

Narrator's pov

After Evelyn's parents disowned her, she had nowhere to turn except to Zoe. Zoe’s apartment wasn’t much, an old, two bedroom unit tucked away in a quieter part of Brooklyn, but to Evelyn, it was a sanctuary. It smelled like comfort, like old books and cheap incense, a stark contrast to the cold, sterile environment she had grown up in. Zoe didn’t ask for explanations or explanations for Evelyn’s sudden appearance on her doorstep; she just took her in, no questions asked.

Evelyn spent the first few weeks in a haze. The shock of losing everything still hung heavy in her chest, but every day, as she went through the motions of helping Zoe with her small apartment, she began to feel more grounded.

Zoe worked two jobs, one as a barista in a trendy café downtown and another as a waitress at a dive bar, a gig that kept her busy well into the night. The rent was low, but it was still a stretch for both of them, especially now that Evelyn had no way of contributing financially. But Zoe never complained. She simply offered Evelyn whatever she could, a couch to crash on, the last of her ramen, and comforting words whenever the tears threatened to spill over.

For Evelyn, it wasn’t enough to sit idle. She couldn’t just live off Zoe’s generosity forever. She had to do something, anything to prove that she wasn’t completely helpless. So, with what little she had left in her savings, she tried to find work.

Her first job was as a cashier at a small grocery store, the kind where the shelves were packed with dented cans and off-brand cereals. It was menial work, to be sure, but it kept her occupied. The hours were long and the pay was barely enough to cover her share of the rent, but it was something. She woke up early, clocked in, and spent her shifts scanning groceries for impatient customers, all the while keeping her head down and avoiding the reminder of what she had lost.

But after a few weeks, Evelyn knew the job wasn’t going to be enough. The shifts were inconsistent, and the pay was low. She needed more, but opportunities in Brooklyn weren’t exactly abundant.

Next, she tried temp work. She worked for a few weeks at a small office doing data entry, sorting through files, answering phone calls, anything to keep the cash flowing. But it was soul sucking. Her fingers would ache from typing, and her head would spin as she answered calls with her best customer-service voice. Every hour felt like an eternity.

One morning, after another long night of work at the dive bar with Zoe, Evelyn was desperate. She went online, searching for jobs that would at least give her some kind of stability.

And that’s when she saw it. A listing for a personal assistant position..“Experience preferred, must be organized, professional, and proactive.” The pay wasn’t amazing, but it was enough to keep her from slipping into further desperation. The company was a tech startup, and the CEO was a high powered man who needed someone to keep his chaotic schedule in check.

It sounded simple enough. Evelyn sent in her résumé, using the polished, corporate language she had learned growing up. She didn’t expect much, but a week later, she got the call.

Her first day on the job was full of fear. She arrived early at the sleek glass building in downtown Manhattan, the polished floors and chrome accents reminding her of the life she had lost. Her stomach twisted as she walked into the building, trying to shake off the imposter syndrome that had settled deep within her.

The office was nothing like Zoe’s small apartment. It was a fortress of luxury. A pristine white space filled with expensive art and gleaming glass tables. Evelyn was shown to her desk, a small space near the back, far from the main action. Her boss, the CEO, was a man named Julian Montgomery, a well known figure in the tech world. His reputation preceded him: cold, calculating, and ruthlessly efficient.

Evelyn had heard stories about him, the kind of man who had everything but wanted nothing. A man who didn’t tolerate mistakes.

At first, Julian barely acknowledged her. He was a mystery, a man who seemed to be everywhere and nowhere at once. But as the weeks passed, Evelyn learned that he wasn’t indifferent to her; he was simply a man who didn’t care for pleasantries or small talk. He was all business, and that was something Evelyn could respect.

The job, while demanding, brought her some semblance of routine. She learned to juggle his meetings, his phone calls, and his complicated travel arrangements. She became his shadow, constantly anticipating his needs before he even asked. As much as the work was challenging, it kept her focused on something other than her miserable family and the feeling of alienation that still haunted her.

However, the longer she worked for Julian, the more she found herself drawn to him. He was cold, yes, but there was something beneath the surface that intrigued her. His intensity, his focus, his ability to command the room without uttering a single word these were qualities she had never encountered before. And yet, despite all of his wealth, all of his power, he didn’t seem interested in women at all. Not in the way other men were. He never flirted, never made any indication that he cared about anything other than his work.

Evelyn tried to ignore the feelings she was developing for him. It wasn’t like she had the luxury of pursuing anything romantic, especially not with someone like Julian. But it was impossible not to notice the way her heart fluttered whenever he was near, or the way his voice made her stomach tighten.

But there was more pressing things to worry about.

As Evelyn settled into her new job, Zoe’s world began to unravel in a way that Evelyn couldn’t ignore. It started slowly at first, a cough here, a fever there. But it wasn’t long before Zoe’s mother, Carla, was diagnosed with stage-four cancer. The news hit Zoe hard, and Evelyn could see the exhaustion written all over her friend’s face.

Zoe had always been the strong one, the one who had everything under control, who held the world on her shoulders without a second thought. But now, she was struggling. The woman who had once been her rock was now crumbling under the weight of her mother’s illness.

Evelyn did everything she could to be there for Zoe, even as she worked longer hours for Julian and tried to balance her own life. She helped with doctor’s appointments, stayed up late with Zoe when the pain became unbearable, and did everything in her power to keep Zoe’s spirits high.

But the inevitable happened. Carla passed away in the winter, just a few months after her diagnosis. It was a quiet death, the kind that sneaks up on you in the middle of the night, when you least expect it.

Evelyn held Zoe in her arms, her heart aching for her friend who now had no one left. In the months that followed, Zoe became a shadow of her former self. She stopped going to work, stopped answering her phone, and retreated into the darkness of her grief. Evelyn was left to pick up the pieces, trying to keep both her own life together and Zoe’s.

It was in the wake of all this pain that Evelyn found herself questioning everything. She had worked so hard to survive, but what was she really surviving for? She had lost her family, her sense of security, and now, she feared she might lose her best friend, too.

But through it all, Evelyn refused to give up. She would keep moving forward. For Zoe, for herself. No matter what came next.

Evelyn pov

I know that all this troubles, all single one of them, it's just the beginning. Because I know that life will never remain the same, not when am all alone, ooohh I still have Zoe but that doesn't count, cause she is as broke as me.

But I just hope everything should get better, and it shouldn't take long, because currently am selling my patience, I can't live a life of a poppet.