New Job, Rocky Start

Earlier the same day...

As Alisha exited the CFO's office, she took a deep breath and rubbed her hand where the CFO had held it tightly. Confused and scared, she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Had the CFO made a sexual advance towards her, or was there another motive behind his behaviour?

Her mind was in turmoil as she received an email from the Fashionista Couture's IT department containing her office details and assigned tasks. Despite feeling impressed with the company's organization, she couldn't shake off the discomfort caused by the CFO's unexpected behaviour.

"Looking at the email, she noticed that her office was on the fourth floor, in cabin 409. She was already running late, so she hurriedly made her way towards the elevator, trying to collect her thoughts.

She stepped into the elevator, Alisha took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. She adjusted her outfit and tried to focus on the present moment.

As the elevator doors parted, she stepped into a clothing fashion designing department. The fourth floor was spacious, with 25 well-organized cabins arranged around a central area bustling with activity.

Despite the modern and fashionable surroundings, she felt nervous and out of place. Everyone seemed busy and caught up in their work, with no time to spare for pleasantries. She walked tentatively towards her cabin, feeling like a stranger in a foreign land.

She couldn't help but notice the fashionable and trendy clothing worn by everyone around her. She wondered if her wardrobe was fashionable enough to fit in with her new colleagues. Doubts began to creep in, and she began to worry about her ability to succeed in this new environment.

As she walked past the various cabins, she noticed designers hunched over their workstations, lost in their sketches and fabric samples. Assistants rushed around with armfuls of garments and accessories, creating a sense of controlled chaos.

Despite the initial nervousness, Alisha couldn't help but feel drawn in by the energy and excitement of the department. The creative process of designing and producing clothing fascinated her, and she couldn't wait to get started.

As she reaches her cabin 409, she sees a familiar lady sitting there. Alisha greets her and asks, "I'm sorry, but I guess this is my seat."

The girl raises her eyes and gives a smile to Alisha. She says, "Oh, hello, aren't you the girl from the interview day?"

Alisha realizes that yes, she saw her then, when she was confidently sitting there while everyone was nervous including Alisha herself, her radiant smile impressed her even that day. No doubt she got the job. Alisha replies, "Haha, yeah, I am sorry not to recognize you. So you got the job here too, huh?"

The lady says, "Yes, it's my third day."

Alisha gets a bit confused and wonders why the hell this lady is sitting in her cabin. If it's her 3rd day, shouldn't she be sitting at her own desk, or is she bullying? But why would she? Alisha says, "Oh, good, but I think it's my cabin."

The lady replies with her radiant smile, and she tucks her straight black hair strand behind her ear and says, "Haha, well, Alisha?"

Alisha nods, surprised that the lady knows her name, even though they've never been introduced. "Yeah, so the thing..."

The lady stands up, and as she stands up, Alisha notices her body was curvy, wearing a blue dark suit fitting her body.

Her smile, her short black hair giving a professional aura, which definitely made Alisha feel insecure, even though she wasn't as tall as Alisha, but she carried herself really well.

Her accent and everything reflected how good of manners etiquette she holds. The lady added, "It definitely is your cabin, and my office is right in front of your cabin."

Alisha raised her eyebrow as she couldn't quite get what she means. She replies, "Okay?"

And then the girl gracefully turned around, her hairs moving beautifully. She, while walking with pure grace, every step precise, says, "And Alisha Romonoff, you are my assigned assistant."

That said, she gets into her office, leaving Alisha shocked as she wasn't actually expecting to be an assistant of someone as her age and instead of a fashion designer which she actually applied and interviewed for, she's the assistant. Alisha mutters, "Wait, fuck no."

She quickly checks her email box and then the job acceptance letter.

It was clearly mentioned that she is hired as an Assistant fashion designer instead of the fashion designer.

"How did I not fucking read this! Why!" Alisha's thoughts get interrupted by a tap on her shoulder.

She turns around to see a guy with curly hair and a carrying a large bag under his eyes. He says, "Oi, welcome!"