Chapter 2 2

PLEDIS

LORE STATE

APPLE CITY

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"Are you sure you want to move to the United States of Kreece? You know you could easily get a better job here in Pledis, Amy or be promoted at your work place."

Amy kept her eyes on the computer screen, scrolling through images of the United States of Kreece. Something about the place captivated her.

She sighed, glancing at her mother, who sat across from her. "I understand that you don't want me to leave you, Mother, but I have to. You know that I have to find myself. It's not all about getting a job, I need to know who I am too. Going to this country might help me out, and I already have the work experience and recommendation I need to get this job."

Amy's mother, Jenny May, a striking woman in her early forties with hazel eyes and short black hair, looked at her with teary eyes.

Amy, with her long dirty blonde hair, green eyes, and perfectly sculpted face, stood out in any crowd.

One glance, and it was obvious Jenny wasn't her biological mother.

Amy lowered her gaze, unable to face Jenny's tearful expression. "I'm sorry, Mother. I promise to call you every day and keep you updated on my life. And I'll visit whenever I can."

Jenny's voice trembled as she asked, "And what if... what if you find your real mother? You might forget all about me."

As usual, Jenny was always paranoid.

Amy shook her head in disbelief. "Is that what you really think of me, Mother? That hurts," she said, placing her hand over her heart to emphasize her feelings.

Jenny sighed deeply and looked away, with nothing more to say.

Amy's attention shifted back to the image of a towering skyscraper on her phone-Vance Conglomerate.

From what she had gathered online, Vance Conglomerate was the top company in the United States of Kreece and ranked second globally, boasting a net worth exceeding five hundred billion dollars.

According to the news, five years ago, the company had taken a nosedive, but two years later, it had made a remarkable comeback and was now stronger than ever.

She clicked the profile of its President. A young man. Zachary Vance.

The only position currently open at the company was a secretary role, one she had already applied for and interviewed for a few days ago. It had been four days, and she was anxiously waiting for a response.

"I really hope I land this particular job. It would be amazing to work for such a prestigious company," she said, closing her laptop.

Jenny gave an encouraging nod. "You will, Amy. You're more than qualified for the position."

Amy smiled warmly and stood up. "I'll go make us something to eat."

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Three hours later, Amy was in her room doing nothing. She was lying on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, her arms and legs sprawled across the bed.

The idea of returning to Kreece filled her with a mixture of excitement and fear.

Kreece was the only place that held the answers to who she really was, and the truth terrified her.

The only thing she remembered was... nothing. Just waking up, alone, in an unfamiliar place. It might have been a field, or maybe a road-she wasn't sure.

All she knew was that she stood up, bruised and disoriented, with no idea who she was.

She had wandered for miles before she met Jenny... or rather, was hit by Jenny's car.

Now, the thought of going back to Kreece unsettled her. It had been five years since that day, and though the idea frightened her, she knew it was time. She needed to find the courage.

Her phone buzzed suddenly, snapping her out of her thoughts. She sat up and grabbed it, unlocking the screen.

Her eyes widened in shock as the message that popped up in her screen.

"I got the job."

She let out a shaky breath, a smile spreading across her face. Excitement rushed through her as she jumped off the bed and dashed to her mother's room. She knocked quickly before bursting in, full of energy.

"Mother, I got the job to work in Vance Conglomerate, although they're hoping to assess me once I get there!"

Jenny's eyes widened at the news, though there was a trace of sadness behind them.

She stood up from her chair and approached Amy. "Oh... Wow. Well, anyway, I knew you would."

Amy nodded and said, "I need to pack up the few things I have and head back to Kreece..." She paused, casting a sympathetic glance at her mother. "Mother, I'm sorry, but I have to leave tomorrow to get everything in order. I start work on Monday."

Jenny nodded in understanding. "Of course. I get what you mean."

Amy smiled as she looked at her mother. She was gonna miss her deeply. It was Jenny who gave her a second chance at life.

"If you need any help with anything, just let me know," Jenny said with a warm smile, gently rubbing Amy's arms with a caring expression.

"Of course. You're all I have, Mother."

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UNITED STATE OF KREECE

YELTA STATE

METRO CITY

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As the sun rose on a new day, Zak was already deep into his work, seated at his desk with his focus locked on the computer screen before him.

Suddenly, his phone rang, jolting him momentarily from his concentration.

He glanced at the caller ID and saw that it was the head bodyguard he had employed to take his children to school.

Zak answered the call promptly, his tone curt and no-nonsense.

"Are they at school now?" he inquired.

"Yes, Sir," came the straightforward reply.

Zak nodded, feeling satisfied. "When it's time for their recess, you know what to do."

He ended the call and turned his attention back to the screen, his fingers flying over the keyboard as he began typing.

A knock on the office door drew his attention. He looked up and saw through the transparent glass that it was his HR manager.

The glass was treated with a special film that functioned like a one-way mirror, allowing those inside to see out while those outside could not see in.

'I hope I don't have to fire this new secretary,' Zak thought to himself, then called out, "Come in, James!"

The door opened, and James, a matured man cautiously walked past the sofas and approached Zak's desk.

"Good morning, President Vance," James greeted. "I'm here to inform you that we've found three qualified secretaries for you. Two from one of our branches in the city, and another from another company outside the city."

James swiftly handed Zak a file.

Zak accepted it and flipped it open. He flipped again, and the last time.

His eyes immediately drawn to the profile picture inside.

He couldn't help but stare at the image for a long time. It looked oddly familiar. Why?

He frowned as he read the name: Amy May.