The night passed peacefully. Just another ordinary night in our dorm room. Fleur and I fell asleep like we always did—sharing quiet laughs, scrolling through our phones, talking nonsense into the dark. We didn’t know it was our last night in the comfort of that familiar, worn-out space.
Fleur had come to the city with no concrete plans—no long-term goal except to figure things out. By morning, she'd decided to apply for a position at one of her father’s company branches in Coastville. Just like that. Meanwhile, I had something to prove. I wasn't here to coast off my looks or rely on anyone’s connections. I had to show them I was worth something.
I showed up at the office the next day, dressed like I meant business. Not too flashy, not too cold. Professional. Confident. A little overdress
