Nicole Harper
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My first day at the new job felt strangely normal.
After the crazy last month I’d had, I half-expected the universe to throw something dramatic at me the moment I walked through the doors of my new office.
Instead, I was greeted by a polite HR representative, a stack of paperwork, and a small cubicle on the third floor with a window that overlooked a busy street.
It was a respectable marketing firm. The pay was decent, the team seemed friendly, and no one knew me as “Tristan Michelson’s stepdaughter.” It felt freeing.
I spent the morning in orientation, learning the company’s systems, and meeting my supervisor. The work was interesting. Challenging, even, but every time I caught myself glancing at my phone, checking for a message from Tristan.
He’d been distant ag
