Backseat Breakdown

The next day, Bianca sat in Nada's office, her stomach twisting into knots. It was supposed to be a celebratory moment, but the tension in the air was unmistakable.

Ken was already there, seated in the chair across from Nada's desk. His arms were crossed, and his face gave away nothing. His dark charcoal suit fit him perfectly, sharp and tailored, with a crisp white shirt and a navy tie. His polished shoes reflected the light from the sleek, modern office.

Nada, however, didn't look pleased. She stood at her desk, dressed in a fitted beige blazer paired with a matching pencil skirt. Her hair was swept into a neat bun, and her gold hoop earrings gave her professional attire a subtle edge.

"Bianca," Nada began, her tone sharp, "you hired me to fix your public image, and then you accepted a job at your boyfriend's company. Can you see how this looks?"