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.

praise from colleagues

took over ND Group, her name was the only one to vanish from the confirmation list of the four interns. The bias was glaringly

heart, causing a dull, aching pain. Tears filled her eyes as she grappled with the realization that the man she had secretly loved for 12

and tried to comfort her. "Candice, you should speak with the director. Maybe it's just a

her head. "It's not the

and

forced a bitter smile, remaining

widened in realization. "Does the

Candice sighed softly, "Maybe."

out of the ND building. With lights and shadow intertwined, the sunset bathed the world in a beautiful, soft red hue. A luxury car pulled

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

Candice greeted with a

her head.