years

ade of hardship, working multiple jobs to provide for herself and her daughter, Emma. The talented nine-year-old was her reason

havior-Lucas Sterling, the thirty-five-year-old billionaire who'd built Sterling Enterprises into a global technology giant. She'd never seen him in pers

ld she have met the President in person? Perhaps the CEO is as ruthless as people say. Adjusting her uniform, she picked up her cleaning cart, and headed for the 5th floor, her hea

ustling lower floors, with only a handful of employees typing away on their computers or chatting in hushed tones. She made her way down the hallway, her cleaning cart rattling softly

up to the door. With a quiet knock, she announced her presence, wait

dern décor. The CEO's desk was a massive, polished wood affair, with a leathered executive

s and accolades on display, which were a testament to the CEO's success and reputation. Next, she proceeded to vacuum the floor, removing

e CEO was positioned in one corner of the desk, and a small, elegant music box rested on a nearby

the smaller details. She wiped down the door handles and light

h every surface clean and polished. She felt a sense of satisfaction and pride, know

ere was a familiarity to it, something that tugged at her memory. She frowned, struggling to recall where she had seen him before. Had they met previously? Perhaps they had

omething about the picture didn't seem

ughter Emma looks exactly like the CEO. The resemblance was uncanny, and a shive

e Emma's father, could he? Could he be the same man who had forcefully taken her pride ten years ago and left her with a broken heart? Sweat broke out on her

he silence. Sarah realized she had to get out of there quickly. She swiftly gathered h