Chapter 3 First Day At Harrington Industries

The next morning, the heroine arrived at Harrington Industries just as the city was fully waking up. The glass building gleamed under the early light, towering above her like a world she had never imagined stepping into. She paused at the entrance, adjusted her coat, and took a steady breath before walking inside.

Alexander's assistant greeted her immediately. "Good morning. I'll show you around and get you settled," she said, her tone professional but not unkind.

As they walked through the office, curious eyes followed her. Some employees whispered openly, others stared without shame. "Isn't that the girl who cleans the streets?" someone muttered. The heroine kept her posture straight and her expression calm, pretending not to hear a thing.

Her first task was simple. She was asked to organize files for a morning meeting. She completed it quickly and neatly, checking every document twice before placing them in order. The assistant nodded, clearly impressed. "You're efficient," she said. "That's rare."

Across the lobby, Alexander stood quietly, observing. He noticed how she worked without hesitation, how she remained composed under scrutiny. She did not seek approval, yet she earned it effortlessly.

Not far from him stood the woman who had arrived the previous day. The rich girl leaned casually near the reception desk, her designer heels tapping lightly against the floor. Her eyes followed the heroine with sharp interest. This time, she did not hide her reaction.

A small smile curved her lips, slow and deliberate.

The heroine sensed the gaze and looked up briefly. Their eyes met. No words were exchanged, yet the tension was unmistakable. The rich girl looked away first, clearly unimpressed, as if the heroine were an irritation that needed to be removed.

Alexander noticed the exchange. His expression hardened slightly, but he said nothing. He wanted to see how the heroine would handle the pressure on her own.

The rest of the morning passed smoothly. The heroine completed every task assigned to her, remaining calm despite the glances and whispers. The rich girl stayed only long enough to observe, her presence heavy with unspoken intent.

When she finally turned to leave, her gaze lingered on the heroine just a moment longer, as if memorizing her.

By the time Alexander returned to his office, his thoughts were already elsewhere. The girl had faced judgment before and survived it. Now she stood in his world, unbroken and capable.

This was only the beginning.