Semua Bab When All Of Me Chose You: She Forgot, He Remembered: Bab 11 - Bab 20

ALYONAMy heart wouldn’t stop racing. I found myself rushing around my room, half-dressed, half-ready, checking my reflection for the third time in five minutes. My palms were clammy, and no matter how many times I fixed my hair, it still didn’t look perfect, but I didn’t have time to stress over perfection.This was it. I stepped into my heels, grabbed my folder, and gave myself one last look in the mirror. “You’ve got this,” I whispered under my breath. “You have to.” Then I ran downstairs.Mom was standing in the kitchen, making tea. Her eyes widened when she saw me all dressed up.“Interview?” she asked, setting the spoon down.I nodded quickly and wrapped my arms around her. “Yes. It’s important, really important.” She kissed my forehead and placed her hand gently over my head, whispering a quiet prayer.“Go, Alyona. God will guide you. Just do your best.” I nodded, gave her one last squeeze, and dashed out the door. The cab was waiting at the end of the lane. I climbed in, gave

ALYONAI followed Olivia down the narrow corridor, my heart racing with equal parts excitement and nerves. She stopped in front of a heavy wooden door, “Where were you?” Olivia asked, her voice gentle but laced with concern.“Long story…” I murmured, not really ready to talk about it.Without pressing further, she gave a quick knock and then stepped in confidently.“Hello, sir,” she said with a bright smile. “She is Alyona Marshall.”She turned slightly toward me and added, “The one I mentioned.”I smiled politely, trying not to seem too nervous. Sitting behind a sleek desk was a man with a warm expression and sharp features—tall, with neatly combed dark hair and a calm presence that somehow put me at ease. He looked nothing like the strict boss I had imagined in my head. Instead, his smile felt genuine, the kind that reaches the eyes.“Hello, Alyona. I’m Esrael. Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning toward the chair across from him. I stepped forward, returning his smile, and exte

ALYONAI stood in my room, staring at my reflection in the mirror. My heart was beating faster than usual—today was the first day of my new job. I had been waiting for this moment for so long, but now that it was here, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. I looked down at the clothes spread across my bed. Most of them were too casual, and some were just too old. Working for a fashion brand meant appearances mattered. I remembered how the girls I had met during the interview had walked in—hair styled perfectly, makeup on point, dressed like they’d just stepped out of a magazine. I needed to look like I belonged there.A small smile tugged at my lips when my eyes landed on a set of neatly folded clothes in the corner of the wardrobe—Cassie’s. Before she left, she had told me to keep them, and now they felt like a gift. She always had a better sense of style than I did, and thankfully, we were the same size. I carefully picked out a soft beige blouse and paired it with the black skirt she u

What does that even mean? I stared at him, confused. His tone wasn’t loud anymore, but something about it made me uneasy. Why did he suddenly look so interested?Perhaps it had something to do with Esrael even someone like him couldn’t ignore that. Maybe that’s why he took a step back. But the reality remained—shareholders still held authority, and if he wanted to remove me, he probably could. I needed to tread carefully. One wrong move, and this job could slip right through my fingers.I swallowed my pride and softened my voice. “Listen, sir, I really am sorry. It was a mistake.”I gave him my best innocent look, even though in my head I was thinking, Sir, my foot. If I didn’t need this job so badly, I’d have dumped a whole bucket of mud on your head by now. But I held my tongue. If I wanted to survive here, I had to play it smart. So I replied calmly."I will not allow you to work here. Not at any cost." He smiled coldly and turned toward the door.His words echoed in my mind, tight

ALYONAThe door creaked open slowly, and to my surprise, it wasn’t a neighbor or a landlord. It was Olivia. She stood there in her usual neat blazer, holding a small paper bag and smiling softly. For a second, I thought I was imagining her. I thought she was just stopping by to check in. “Olivia?” I breathed, stepping forward. But then she walked straight to me and wrapped her arms around me tightly. “Hey.”Mom, sensing the sudden shift in mood, smiled and excused herself to go change. Olivia waited until she disappeared down the hallway, then turned to me with a glimmer in her eyes.“You can come back,” she said, barely holding back her grin.My breath caught. “What?”“You’re back in. You still have your job.” I stared at her, speechless. It felt like the weight on my chest suddenly lifted, like someone had quietly pulled me out of a hole I didn’t know how to escape.“What… how?” I asked, heart racing.“Esrael spoke to Mr. Ruthless,” she said, rolling her eyes lightly at the nicknam