A Twist in Destiny

Lyall stepped out of the interview room, his sharp gaze scanning the surroundings for any sign of Ella. The corridor was empty, and uncertainty crept into his mind. Frowning, he walked further, even checking areas he hadn't explored before, but there was no trace of her. With no other option, he reluctantly returned to the interview room, the enigma of Ella lingering in his thoughts.

A persistent voice within him urged him to dig deeper into the mystery surrounding Ella. He reached for the file containing the interviewers' information, a sudden determination etched on his face. Pulling out Ella's CV, he examined it closely. There was nothing particularly remarkable about her qualifications. Yet, a conviction took hold of him, and he decisively marked "accepted" on her profile. Placing the paper on the table, he proclaimed, "Since we don't have vacancies, I want her as my secretary."

The others in the room, recognizing the CEO's authority, didn't hesitate to comply with his decision. Lyall's mind, however, remained occupied with thoughts of Ella and the inexplicable connection he felt.

Meanwhile, Ella's friend Sara patiently waited for her in the car, reading the outcome from Ella's expression. Ella, dejected by the rejection, entered the car with a heavy heart. Sara, without needing to ask, sensed the situation and started driving. Ella couldn't contain her frustration, shouting at Sara, "Why didn't you ask me how it went?" Sara, unimpressed, responded, "Your face says it all. I don't need to ask."

Ella, annoyed, expressed her frustration at the perceived injustice. Sara, unfazed, reminded her of the importance of making a positive first impression. Ella, acknowledging her friend's point, still vented her displeasure. "They are very wicked. I even begged them, but nobody cared." Sara, with a knowing smile, retorted, "Who will employ a person because they begged? It's based on what you can do. Sometimes our first impression tells us what others see in us."

Ella, observing herself in the car mirror, sighed in resignation. "It's their loss." Sara, playfully mocking her, asked, "What are you going to do to cool me down?" Ella, seeking solace, laid her head on the car window, looking seemingly innocent.

Sara, with a mischievous grin, suggested, "Where are we going then?" Ella, appreciating the attempt to lighten the mood, smiled back. "Anywhere you choose, my dear Sara. I'm okay with it." As the car navigated the streets, Ella's thoughts drifted, unaware that her fate had taken a surprising turn, intertwining with the mysterious CEO who had just orchestrated an unexpected twist in her destiny.