Almost Caught

As Ford scrolled through the stack of documents on his desk, he knew he needed to find an assistant—and fast. He had fired the one he previously had, and finding the perfect replacement was going to be a difficult task. The workload was piling up, and handling everything alone was becoming increasingly overwhelming.

As he meticulously arranged the documents, aligning them into neat piles, his mind drifted to something—or rather, someone—else. He couldn't stop thinking about Sia's sudden return to the States. Why was she back after all these years? What had brought her here now, when he had finally moved on without her? A tangle of emotions stirred inside him, but he quickly pushed them aside, forcing himself to focus on his work.