Jealous Assistant

Miranda stood on the sidewalk, feeling small and insignificant against the towering skyscraper that loomed before her. She smoothed her sundress, trying to calm the nerves that fluttered in her chest. She was about to meet with Nicholas,the man who had so generously offered to help her with her sister's medical bills.Miranda gathered her courage and stepped into the building, the chill of the air conditioning biting at her skin. She was struck by the sheer size of the place, the walls lined with marble and gold accents gleaming in the bright overhead lights.

She approached the receptionist's desk, her feet echoing on the polished stone floor. The woman sitting behind the desk looked up from her computer, her face friendly and welcoming.

"Good afternoon, ma'am," the receptionist said, a smile curving her lips.

"How may I help you?"The receptionist smiled warmly at Miranda, her eyes sparkling.