Love In First Class

Episode 5

Today is the day I take my first step towards greatness, and I can't wait to see where this journey will take me.

As I stand before the mirror, scrutinizing my reflection with a critical eye, I can't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through me like a live wire. Today is the day of my official meeting at Alistair Air headquarters, the beginning of a new chapter in my career as a graphic designer. And as I smooth down the fabric of my sharply tailored suit, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building in the pit of my stomach.

"Wow, Ashley, you look amazing!" Lola exclaims, her voice filled with admiration as she takes in my appearance. "You're going to knock them dead at Alistair Air!"

"I'm not overdoing it with the suit?" I asked her nervously.

She winks at me. "Not at all, those pants do wonders for your butt."

I roll my eyes. "That is exactly what I'm going for, Lola." I say sarcastically while knowing that her humor is an attempt to calm my nerves.

"You look sharp, ready to take on the world." She answers seriously.

I smile gratefully at her words, her unwavering support serving as a much-needed boost to my confidence. "Thanks, Lola," I replied, my voice tinged with gratitude. "I couldn't do this without you."

With a final glance in the mirror, I grab my bag and make my way to the kitchen, where a quick bite of food awaits me. As I wolf down my breakfast, the taste of anticipation lingering on my tongue, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement building within me. Today is the day I begin my journey into the world of Alistair Air, and I can't wait to see where it takes me.

With a sense of purpose, I make my way to the street outside, the hustle and bustle of the city swirling around me like a whirlwind of activity. I hail a taxi and climb inside, the familiar sights and sounds of the city passing by in a blur as we make our way to the headquarters of Alistair Air.

As the taxi pulls up outside the imposing structure, I can't help but feel a sense of awe wash over me at the sight of the stunning architecture that surrounds me. The building towers above me like a beacon of success, its sleek lines and gleaming glass facade a testament to the wealth and power of the company within.

With a deep breath, I stepped out of the taxi and made my way towards the entrance, the weight of my purpose heavy on my shoulders. As I push open the doors and step inside, the air is alive with the hum of activity, the energy of the building palpable in every corner.

I make my way to the front desk, where a receptionist greets me with a warm smile. "Good morning, Ms. Henley," she says, her voice polite and professional. Mr. Alistair is expecting you. Someone will be here to take you up to his office in a few minutes.

I smiled gratefully at her. Less than ten minutes later, a smartly dressed woman approaches me and introduces herself as a representative from HR.

Please follow me, Ms. Henley.

With a sense of anticipation building within me, I followed the representative through the corridors of the building, my heart pounding in my chest with every step.

As we ascended to the topmost floor of the Alistair Air headquarters, my nerves threatened to consume me, a knot of anxiety coiling tight in the pit of my stomach. I wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt, willing myself to remain calm and composed despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within me.

The representative leads me through the maze of corridors with practiced ease, her confident stride a stark contrast to my own faltering steps. With every passing moment, the weight of anticipation hangs heavy in the air, the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears like a drumbeat.

Finally, we reach the elevator that will take us to our destination, the doors sliding open with a soft whoosh of air. We step inside and a minute later, with a soft chime, the elevator doors slide open once more, revealing another hallway.

And as we reached the door of Mr. Alistair's office, I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement wash over me like a tidal wave.

This is where I leave you. You may go in, Ms. Henley, the representative, tells me, urging me forward with a smile.

With a deep breath, I pushed open the door and stepped inside, ready to begin my journey into the world of Alistair Air.

My breath catches in my throat as I step inside, the sight before me taking my breath away.

And then, as I gazed around the room in awe, my eyes came to rest on the man seated behind the magnificent desk, his dark eyes meeting mine with a mixture of surprise and recognition.

It's him. Julien.

The realization hits me like a lightning bolt, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through my veins. What is he doing here?

I groaned a little to myself. I have such terrible luck that the first man I have slept with in a long time turns out to be my boss.

As Julien rose to his feet, a smile playing at the corners of his lips, I felt a surge of conflicting emotions wash over me like a tidal wave. Part of me wants to run, to flee from this unexpected encounter and pretend it never happened. But another part of me knows that I can't, that I have to face the reality of this moment head-on.

Why, hello there, Ms. Henley. Or should I say, Ashley? His smirk is sharp, and I sense a hint of anger simmering beneath those words.

I wonder if I hurt his pride by leaving. I wonder if I've ruined my chance at this job before I've even started. Despite myself, I plaster a robotic smile on my lips.

I swallowed. "Hi, Julien."