The Wrong Woman

"Candice, something's wrong! You're not on the confirmation list!" Vanessa Yates, shifting her office chair closer, urgently whispered to Candice, "Hurry and check the email. Your name isn't there." Candice's beautiful face instantly fell. In disbelief, she grabbed her mouse and clicked open the company email.

She murmured to herself, "That's impossible. I passed the three-month evaluation, and my design was selected for the next season's collection. Why isn't my name there?"

Vanessa, equally perplexed, suggested, "I don't know why. You should ask the director."

Candice scanned the email again. Every intern's name was listed except hers.

Vanessa leaned in, frustration in her voice. "This is unfair. You've been the best performer among the interns. Why is your name missing?"

Candice released the mouse and clenched her fists, her eyes welling up. It wasn't just about the job; she knew she could find work elsewhere.

was the excellence she had consistently shown, earning praise from colleagues

since Elio returned from abroad and took over ND Group, her name was the only one

causing a dull, aching pain. Tears filled her eyes as she grappled with the

"Candice, you should speak with the director. Maybe it's just a

her head. "It's not the director's doing. This is perhaps

of efficiency, capability, talent, and even looks, how could you lose to the other three

bitter smile,

eyes widened in realization. "Does the CEO have a grudge against

Candice sighed softly, "Maybe."

sunset bathed the world in a beautiful, soft red hue. A luxury car pulled up in front of her. Seeing it, Candice forced

a handsome young man stepped out, his warm smile radiant.

greeted with

patted her head. "Was