The glass doors of Sterling Corp slid open, and Niharika stepped inside with a nervous flutter in her chest. She had prepared for this interview for weeks—the job of Executive Assistant to the CEO was her dream. She smoothed down her navy blue skirt, adjusted the collar of her white blouse, and walked toward the reception desk.
"Name?" the receptionist asked without looking up.
I have started something I am not even sure anyone would read. Now here we are. Me—still writing. You—still here. I’m not backed by fame or algorithms, just pure passion… and you. So if you’re reading this, thank you. Your support doesn’t just help—it builds this journey. And every share, every comment, every cheer? It’s another “Keep going.” And I will. For you to read. Comment your darkest desires to read in the story.
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