A friend or an enemy?

1349 Words

(Olivia) The next day at work, I found myself surprisingly at ease. It was a relief to do something that I enjoyed. I’ve always enjoyed this part of my job—crafting the perfect posts, analyzing engagement data, and finding new ways to make Derek’s company stand out from the crowd. Being a marketing agent wasn’t just a job for me; it was a creative outlet that allowed me to lose myself in something productive. Especially now, it felt good to be so engrossed in something that didn't involve my personal life falling apart. I was sitting at my desk, reviewing the latest analytics and tweaking some content ideas for an upcoming campaign. The soft click of my keyboard filled the quietness of my office, and I was in the zone when there was a knock on the door. “Come in,” I called, still fo

Free reading for new users
Scan code to download app
Facebookexpand_more
  • author-avatar
    Writer
  • chap_listContents
  • likeADD