I would like to date you

Orabela stumbled into her small apartment late at night, every muscle in her body screaming with exhaustion. She dropped her bag by the couch and collapsed onto the couch, burying her face into the worn cushions.

A sob escaped her lips, followed by a steady stream of tears that she could no longer hold back.

"I can't believe my life has come to this," she whispered hoarsely, her voice cracking under the strain of her emotions. Lying on her stomach, she clutched a pillow tightly, as if it could absorb the pain and frustration she felt.

Once a revered princess, her days had been filled with admiration, luxury, and respect. But now, in the cold, unfeeling world of the sales department, she was just another cog in the machine—scolded for minor mistakes, overlooked, and treated like she didn't matter.