The weight of my decision settled over me like a storm cloud as I walked away from Alexander's office. The adrenaline rush had faded, leaving behind a strange mixture of relief and uncertainty.
For the first time in a long while, I had chosen myself. But now, I had to face the consequences.
The next morning, the office was abuzz with speculation. Whispers trailed in my wake as I made my way to my desk. It was no secret that something had shifted, that the unspoken power struggle between me and Alexander had reached a turning point.
Evelyn's offer still loomed in the back of my mind. I knew she would expect an answer soon. But before I could make my next move, I needed to understand what had changed.
I barely had time to settle in before an email notification flashed across my screen. It was from Alexander.
Conference Room. Ten Minutes.
A chill ran down my spine. Whatever this was, it wasn't going to be a simple meeting.
As I entered the conference room, Alexander stood by the window, hands clasped behind his back. His expression was unreadable, but the tension in the air was palpable.
"Close the door," he said without turning around.
I did as he asked, my heart pounding.
Finally, he turned to face me. "You made your choice. Now, let's talk about what that means."
I crossed my arms, meeting his gaze. "I expect professionalism, Alexander. If that's a problem - "
"That's not a problem," he cut in smoothly. "But don't think for a second that this is over."
I bristled. "I never said it was."
His expression softened - just a fraction. "You want to prove yourself? Fine. Show me. But don't expect me to go easy on you."
I smirked. "I wouldn't want it any other way."
The meeting didn't last much longer. There were no outright threats, no declarations of war - just an understanding that the dynamics between us had changed. And whether I liked it or not, we were heading into uncharted territory.
For the next few days, the office felt like a battleground. Tasks that had once been simple were suddenly more scrutinized. I was given tighter deadlines, higher expectations, and fewer opportunities for error. It didn't take a genius to realize that Alexander was testing me.
But I didn't back down.
I worked harder, stayed later, and ensured that every single assignment I turned in was flawless. If he wanted to see if I could handle the pressure, I'd show him I thrived under it.
Yet, despite my confidence, doubt still lingered. I couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was brewing beneath the surface. And Evelyn's offer still loomed like a shadow over everything.
Late one evening, my phone buzzed. It was Evelyn.
"Your window is closing, Olivia. If you want in, now is the time."
I exhaled sharply. There it was - the choice staring me in the face yet again. But this time, I wasn't afraid.
I typed back a simple response: "Let's talk."
Within minutes, my phone rang. I answered, trying to steady my voice. "Evelyn."
"I was beginning to think you'd let this slip away," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone.
"I needed time to weigh my options."
"And?"
I hesitated before answering. "I don't want to be a pawn in someone else's game. I want to be a player."
Evelyn chuckled. "Good answer. But you should know - being a player means taking risks. If you join me, there's no turning back."
I glanced around the nearly empty office, the weight of my decision pressing down on me. "I understand."
"Then meet me tomorrow. Noon. We'll discuss the details."
I nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "I'll be there."
As I hung up, I realized something - I wasn't choosing sides. I was building my own path. And no one, not Alexander, not Evelyn, was going to stand in my way.
The Next Step
The next morning, I stood outside the restaurant where Evelyn had asked to meet. I took a deep breath before stepping inside, ready for whatever came next.
I wasn't just making a decision for my career.
I was deciding the course of my future.
And this time, I was in control.