Wealthy Woman Dresses up in Beggarly Clothes to Check Out Her Daughter’s Fiancé – Story of the Day

Monica told her mother, Vivienne, that she was engaged to a new man named Zach. The older woman couldn’t believe it, mainly because he was not wealthy, so she decided to dress up as a poor woman and investigate. She couldn’t have been more shocked at the scene she found in Zach’s house.

Vivienne’s daughter, Monica, had just stormed out of her house. They had a massive argument over Monica’s announcement. She was going to marry a man named Zach. Vivienne couldn’t believe it because she had no idea her daughter had broken up with her boyfriend, Anthony.

Anthony’s family wasn’t as wealthy as Monica’s family, but they were respected in the high society of Hartford. Vivienne dreamed of his daughter marrying well and never worrying about money. However, it seemed that Monica’s new man did not come from money at all. He lived in the small town of Mystic. Moreover, he was a fisherman, and his parents worked blue-collar jobs their entire lives.

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That won’t do. She can’t marry him! Vivienne thought, trying to calm her rapidly-beating heart after the fight with Monica.

“I can’t marry Anthony, Mother! He cheated on me with at least three women in just two months! Do you want me to be miserable?!” Monica had asked in tears.

“That can’t be true!” Vivienne yelled back, and that’s when Monica decided to storm out of the house.

Vivienne sat in her living room and thought about what to do. She had to fix this somehow. If Anthony was really a cheater, it made sense that Monica became attracted to someone outside their society. But what if this Zach was with her for her family’s money? Men could be gold-diggers too.

She had to check out Zach without her daughter. It had to be a scenario where he was forced to act as himself and not the version he wanted Monica to see, so she came up with a plan.

The following day, Vivienne took a taxi and arrived in Mystic, Connecticut, wearing the most horrible clothes she could find in her old boxes. She wore a stained skirt which she purposely ripped on one side and a sweater that smelled like mothballs. It was perfect. She would see Zach and observe how he acted around regular people.

Luckily, Mystic was such a small town that everyone apparently knew where Zach lived. Vivienne just asked a lady at the local grocery store, and she pointed her in the general direction.

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She reached his house, which was worse than Vivienne could’ve imagined. It looked run down and had an unkempt garden. She saw beer bottles and cigarette buds lying around as she approached the front door. Monica has never seen this house before, Vivienne thought, convinced of it. There’s no way her daughter would’ve fallen for a man who lived like this.

She wanted to run but had to get this done, so she raised her finger and rang the doorbell. A man with a gray, sweat-stained shirt answered the door. He was clearly in his 20s. This had to be Zach. He had a bottle of beer in his hand and an unshaven face.

“Yeah?” the man said.

“Oh, hello,” Vivienne began tentatively. Now that she was there, she had no idea how to talk to him or what to say to discover what kind of personality he had.

“Lady, what do you want?” the man continued irately now.

“I’m sorry. I was wondering if you could help me. I’m a bit lost,” she finally blurted. “Are you Zach?”

“Yeah, that’s me. What do you want?” Zach asked and belched. Vivienne couldn’t help looking disgusted, and he laughed.

Suddenly, a woman started yelling from inside the house. “Zach! Where did you put my lighter? You’re always losing stuff! YOU IDIOT!”

Zach turned from Vivienne and started shouting at the woman. “I’m the idiot? I’M THE IDIOT! You’re the one that loses everything as soon as it gets here. I don’t know where you put it! Don’t blame it on me!”

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“I can’t believe I’m still with someone like you! I’m going to leave you tonight!” the woman screamed some more, and Vivienne heard the distinct sound of breaking glass. She raised a hand to her chest.

“THE DAY YOU LEAVE WILL BE THE BEST OF MY LIFE, CRAZY WOMAN!” Zach snapped loudly and turned back to look at Vivienne. “Look, lady. Get to the point. I’m busy.”

“That’s your girlfriend?” Vivienne breathed. It was the only thing that came to her mind after that horrible display. These people were awful.

“None of your business, old woman. Now, go away,” he bellowed and slammed the door in her face. Vivienne jumped as the door closed and couldn’t believe her daughter was actually dating that man.

This is awful. Monica was not only going to get her heart broken again, but this man was clearly abusive and dangerous to women in general. Vivienne had to stop it. But first, she had to go back to Hartford, which meant finding a taxi in this small town.

She started walking the streets and noticed the other houses around the block. They were old and tiny, just like Zach’s, but others maintained them. At least, not everyone was bad in this area. They were covered in snow this time of the year. Suddenly, a woman came out of one of the houses, saw Vivienne, and waved.

Vivienne smiled and waved back, not knowing what else to do. The woman started walking towards her. She was around her age and had the kindest smile in the world.

“Hey, there! Do you need help? Are you lost?” the woman asked.

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“Oh, no. Don’t worry about it. I just need to find a taxi and go home,” Vivienne answered and tried to walk away. But the woman wouldn’t let her.

“Wait. I’m Georgia. It’s getting really cold out here, and sometimes, it’s hard to find a taxi on the main road. Come inside, and I’ll call one for you,” she suggested.

“I’m Vivienne. Nice to meet you. That’s such a kind offer, but I don’t know….”

“I insist,” the woman continued and urged Vivienne inside.

They chatted a while, and Georgia called the cab company in town. Apparently, all the drivers were busy, and none of them wanted to drive all the way to Hartford.

“Oh, dear. What should I do? I have to get to Hartford tonight,” Vivienne muttered, biting her bottom lip.

“A taxi from here to Hartford is so expensive. Are you sure? Maybe, you can stay here, and tomorrow, you can take the bus,” Georgia noted.

“Oh, it’s alright. Someone else is paying the taxi,” Vivienne lied. “It’s important for me to get home tonight.”

Just then, someone opened the front door and came in. “Hey, Ma!”

It was a handsome man in his 20s who looked remarkably like Georgia with a kind face and smile. Georgia hugged him and introduced him to Vivienne. He was visiting his mother and brought over fresh fish he had caught that day.

“Oh, boy. I meant to ask. Do you know anyone going to Hartford tonight?” Georgia asked her son after stashing the fish in the freezer.

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The man stood in the middle of the living room and pursed his lips. “Oh, I don’t. Why?”

“Vivienne has to get there tonight, but none of the taxis in town want to take her,” Georgia replied.

“Well, why don’t I take her? I was thinking of going to Hartford this weekend and buying some stuff. But I guess tonight works too,” Georgia’s son offered.

“Oh, I wouldn’t want to put you out. You look tired,” Vivienne muttered, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry about it. Let’s go,” the man insisted and guided Vivienne to his car. It was an old pickup, but he assured her it worked perfectly and would get them to their destination.

They talked during the more-than-one-hour drive to Hartford, and Vivienne was pleasantly surprised by his kind demeanor. Not many people would have offered an older woman a ride just like that, and she hadn’t talked about paying him. He was a kind, hard-working man.

Well, not everyone in that town is as awful as Monica’s new boyfriend. Why couldn’t she meet a boy like this? Vivienne was lost in thought as they entered the city.

“Ma’am. Where exactly are you going? I can take you anywhere,” the man wondered.

“Oh, there’s this gated community…,” Vivienne began, giving him the directions to her area. But she told him to stop at the gates instead of leading him to her house.

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“Here! Have some money for the ride. It’s what I would’ve paid the taxi,” she said, holding out some cash in her hand and opening the door with her other hand.

“No, no. I couldn’t. I was already coming here anyway,” the man rejected her offer.

Vivienne tried to insist. “Please, take it.”

“No, ma’am. I really couldn’t. I used this ride as an excuse to see my girlfriend, who lives around the area. I should thank you!” the man laughed, and Vivienne joined him.

“Well, then. I appreciate your kindness,” she finally said before getting out of the truck and waving goodbye at the young man.

Oh, I never even asked his name. Jesus, I forgot all my manners, she thought after reaching her house.

Her meeting with Monica’s horrible boyfriend had truly shaken her, but at least, she met some great people that got her home safely. Obviously, she knew that money wasn’t everything, and many average folks were great people. But her daughter had made a colossal mistake.

Why couldn’t she have picked someone like Georgia’s son? He was pretty nice, Vivienne thought as she changed out of the old clothes and into her pajamas.

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Suddenly, her phone pinged with a message. It was Monica. She said that she was bringing her boyfriend for dinner tomorrow night and hoped Vivienne would be nice.

“Oh, dear. I’m going to have to break your heart tomorrow. But you definitely can’t marry that man,” she muttered out loud, looking intently at her phone.

The following night, Vivienne was worried. Her daughter’s car had just pulled into her driveway, and Zach was coming with her. She had no idea how to explain what she did yesterday and how she ended up at that man’s house. But Monica would have to see reason. That horrible man was sweaty, rude, and had a girlfriend.

There was a knock on the front door, and Vivienne breathed deeply to gather her courage. She was about to start a huge fight with that man, and Monica had to listen to her. But when the older woman opened the door, her mouth dropped. No arguments or screams came out — just a tiny squeak.

“Mom?” Monica asked, frowning at her mother.

The man standing beside her was not that sweaty Zach she had met the previous day. It was Georgia’s son!

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“Ma’am?” the man asked and looked at Monica with a confused expression. “This is your mother? I gave her a ride from Mystic last night.”

“What? Mom, what were you doing at Mystic?” Monica wondered, placing her hand on her waist.

“Oh, dear. Come in! Come in! This is your boyfriend, Zach?” Vivienne inquired as she guided them inside quickly, breathing heavily. She was ecstatic.

“Yes, Mom. This is Zach. But did you meet him yesterday?” her daughter asked again, refusing to let her change the subject. They both removed their coats, and Vivienne was smiling at them with the most relieved smile in the world.

“Yes, dear. It’s a long story. Sit down…,” she told them and explained everything that happened the day before, including how Zach ended up driving her back to Hartford.

There were two people named Zach in the town of Mystic, and the lady at the store only knew one of them. The rude one. Monica found the whole story hilarious and their original fight had already been forgotten by the time Vivienne finished.

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The whole night, Vivienne was so friendly to Monica’s Zach. They had dinner and enjoyed a wonderful time. Before the couple left, Vivienne told Monica that she approved and would pay for their wedding if they desired. The older woman never judged Zach for being a fisherman because he treated her daughter like a princess.

Besides, after meeting that sweaty Zach, anyone else was infinitely better.

What can we learn from this story?

  • Don’t judge others based on their financial status. Money doesn’t mean anything in the end. Some horrible people have tons of money, and some of the greatest might be working paycheck to paycheck.
  • Don’t assume you know what’s best for your children. Some parents think they know what would make their kids happy, but that’s not always the case.

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50-Year-Old’s Epic Comeback to Workplace Mockery Will Inspire You!

At 50, I believed my career was over. But when I started working at a fast-paced startup, I soon became the target of a jealous young colleague. What happened next was more than just a struggle for respect; it led to a surprising twist that changed everything.

After losing my husband, I felt lost, like a ship without a direction. Days blended together, and finding a new purpose seemed impossible.

The psychology degree I had put aside years ago suddenly felt like my last hope. So, I decided to pull it out and use it in my 50s.

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When I got an internship at an IT startup, I couldn’t believe it. Technology wasn’t really my thing

But I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”

My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, driven, and focused only on one thing: success. Profits, growth, numbers.

People? Not so much.

In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could feel his doubt.

“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “It might be good to focus on building stronger connections within the team…”

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Liam cut me off. “We’re growing fast. I need results. What do you suggest?”

“Well, it’s about finding balance.”

“You’re just an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, turning back to his laptop.

That was it. The conversation ended. I left the office feeling defeated.

Maybe I am too old for this.

I needed a fresh viewpoint, so I called my best friend Jake.

Jake had always been my rock, especially after my husband died. There were days I couldn’t even get out of bed, but Jake was always there, helping me through the grief.

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We decided to meet at our usual café, a cozy place where time seemed to slow down.

Jake was there when I arrived.

“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” he said, waving me over.

I sat down. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job is tougher than I thought. Liam’s young, and he only cares about numbers and profits.”

“Liam, huh? The young boss you mentioned?”

I sighed. “Yes. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he dismissed them.”

“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake said. “You’ve been through a lot. You know how to help people connect. Why not use that?”

I looked at him, puzzled.

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“What do you mean?”

“Remember that emotional support program you wrote as your thesis? Why not offer it as the team-building event? It’s what you know best, and it works.”

I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me regain my strength after my husband passed.

“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”

Jake smiled. “That’s the spirit! And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”

With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building event, I watched his face, hoping for interest.

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“Okay, Mary. Let’s give it a try,” Liam said, though his tone was flat.

“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits.”

Suddenly, I saw Lora standing outside the office, clearly listening to us. She stepped into my way as I tried to leave.

“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.

“It should help everyone connect better,” I said, trying to stay positive despite feeling uneasy around her.

“Liam agreed to this? Surprising, since he’s not really into this soft stuff.”

I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”

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She paused and smiled too brightly.

“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing the activities, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

I hesitated; something felt off. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting, especially since I was new.

“That will be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”

“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”

At the time, I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just grateful for the assistance.

The day of the team-building event was supposed to be my chance to shine. But when I got to the venue, there was nothing. No decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.

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Something was wrong. As I stood there, staring at the empty room, my phone rang. It was Liam.

“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d run this thing, and now you’re not even here!”

Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”

“What location?” His voice grew cold. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”

Lora. Of course.

It was a trap, and I had fallen for it. That was her way of making me look bad in front of Liam.

“I’m on my way,” I said before hanging up.

I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”

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“What happened?”

“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can fix it, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said immediately.

I hurried home, just in time to set things up.

I arranged tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden feel warm and inviting. My nerves were high, but I wasn’t going to let this defeat me.

Jake arrived with the entire team in his van. They stepped out, looking confused but curious about the cozy setting.

The event was going better than I expected. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office facades dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.

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Liam, who had always seemed serious, was finally loosening up. He moved around, talking to everyone, even smiling.

I noticed Lora and Liam chatting together. I got a bit closer, curious about what they were saying.

“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around.

“Yeah, I have to admit, it’s different from the usual corporate events.”

Lora laughed lightly. “Different is good, right? We often get stuck in our little bubbles at work.”

Liam leaned back in his chair. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We focus so much on results, we forget something important.”

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I saw them both relaxing. For a moment, I felt a sense of satisfaction.

Maybe this event would help them connect in more ways than one.

I caught Lora watching me from across the garden. Even though the evening went well, I sensed this wasn’t over.

As the night came to an end and people started leaving, I saw Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora looked around and picked up a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.

“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”

Liam’s face turned red with anger when he noticed the papers in Lora’s hands. He grabbed them.

“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he didn’t let me.

“Don’t act innocent. It’s obvious now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”

“No, Liam, I…” I started, but he waved me off.

“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”

With that, he stormed out. I turned to Lora.

She smirked. “I didn’t think those documents were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”

Still, I believed the real Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, was still in there somewhere. But at that moment, she chose to be her worst self.

I sank into a chair, feeling completely defeated. Jake came over, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”

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When I got a message from Liam asking to meet the next day at the office, I felt nervous, but I decided to go in with my head held high.

The next afternoon, I walked into the office with a heavy heart. I saw both Liam and Lora there.

“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the team-building event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”

“Why?” I asked, barely believing her.

Lora sighed, looking down.

“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the team-building event and hearing what you said… I realized how wrong I was.”

Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.

“She’s telling the truth, Mary. Honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That night in your garden, I felt like a normal person again. I started to notice things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”

He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile. It seemed the relaxed atmosphere of that evening did more than I hoped.

Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. From today, I’d like to make it official. You’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”

I was stunned, then broke into a smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam.”

Liam added, “And we’ve got more to celebrate. The morning meeting with the investors went great. So, I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my path and could focus on helpingWhen I got an internship at a tech startup, I couldn’t believe my luck. Technology wasn’t really my area of expertise, but I thought, “Why not? This might be the fresh start I need.”

My new boss, Liam, was 28 years old. He was smart, ambitious, and very focused on one thing: success. He cared a lot about profits, growth, and numbers, but not so much about people.

In our first meeting, Liam hardly looked at me. I could sense his doubt.

“So, I was thinking,” I started carefully. “Maybe we should focus on building stronger connections within the team…”

He cut me off, “We’re growing fast. I need results. What are you suggesting?”

“Well, it’s about creating a balance.”

“You’re an intern, right? Just listen and repeat,” he said, already turning back to his laptop.

That was it. The conversation was over. I left feeling deflated.

Maybe I’m too old for this.

I needed a new perspective, so I called my best friend, Jake.

Jake had always helped me, especially when times were tough. After my husband passed away, there were days I couldn’t even get out of bed. But Jake was there, cheering me on when I struggled with my grief.

We decided to meet at our favorite café, a cozy place nearby where time seemed to slow down.

Jake was already there when I arrived.

“Hey, Mary. You look like you’ve got a lot on your mind,” Jake said, waving me over.

I sat down and sighed. “I don’t know, Jake. This new job… It’s harder than I expected. Liam’s young, and he’s all about numbers and profits.”

“Liam, huh? The boss you mentioned?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. He doesn’t care about people. I shared some ideas, but he just brushed them off.”

“Sounds like he’s missing the bigger picture,” Jake replied. “You’ve been through so much. You know how to bring people together. Why not use that?”

I looked at him, puzzled.

“What do you mean?”

“Remember the emotional support program you created for your thesis? Why not offer that as a team-building event? You know it works.”

I thought for a moment. He was right. The program had helped me heal after losing my husband.

“Maybe you’re onto something,” I said, feeling a bit more hopeful. “I’ll pitch the idea to Liam.”

Jake smiled. “Now you’re thinking. And remember, if anyone can reach a guy like him, it’s you.”

With renewed confidence, I approached Liam the next day. After explaining the team-building idea, I watched his face, hoping for some interest.

“Alright, Mary. Let’s give it a shot,” Liam said, though he didn’t sound too excited.

“Thanks, Liam. I’ll make sure the team benefits from it.”

Suddenly, I noticed Lora, who had been standing outside the office, clearly eavesdropping. She stepped in front of me before I could walk by.

“Team-building, huh? Sounds like a big project,” she said, her eyes sparkling with something I couldn’t quite place.

“It should be a good way to connect everyone,” I said, trying to stay upbeat despite the uncomfortable tension I felt with her.

“Liam agreed to this? Surprising. He’s not into this soft stuff.”

I shrugged. “He’s willing to try, so that’s something.”

She paused and smiled a bit too brightly.

“Hey, since you’ll be busy organizing, why don’t I handle the logistics? I’m good at that kind of thing.”

Something about her offer made me hesitate. Still, I didn’t want to seem untrusting since I was new.

“That would be helpful,” I said. “Thanks, Lora.”

“No problem! I’ll take care of everything.”

I had no idea she had her own plans. I was just thankful for the help.

The day of the team-building event was my chance to prove myself. But when I arrived at the venue, there was nothing—no decorations, no people, and no sign of an event.

Something was wrong. As I stood there, my phone rang. It was Liam.

“Mary, where are you? Everyone’s here waiting. You said you’d be running this thing, and now you’re not even here!”

Panic hit me. “What!? Liam, I’m at the location I arranged. No one’s here.”

“What location?” His voice was sharp. “The whole team’s at the new place Lora said you picked.”

Lora. Of course.

It was a setup, and I had walked right into it. That was her way of making me look incompetent in front of Liam.

“I’m on my way,” I managed to say before hanging up.

I called Jake. “Jake, I need your help. Fast.”

“What happened?” he asked.

“Lora changed the location for the team-building without telling me. I can make it work, but it needs to be at my place, not Lora’s. I need you to bring everyone to my house.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll be there soon,” he said.

I rushed home with just enough time to prepare.

I set up tables on the terrace, lit lanterns, and made the garden inviting. I was nervous, but I wasn’t going to let that ruin everything.

Jake arrived with the entire team packed into his van. The employees spilled out, looking confused but intrigued by the cozy setting.

The event went better than I imagined. People paired up, laughing and chatting, their usual office masks dropping away. The atmosphere in my garden worked its magic.

Liam, who had always been so serious, was finally relaxing. He moved from group to group, engaging in conversations and even smiling.

At one point, I noticed Lora and Liam together. I edged closer, curious about what they were saying.

“This place is really nice,” Lora said, looking around the garden.

“Yeah, it’s different from the usual corporate events,” Liam replied.

Lora laughed. “Different is good, right? Sometimes we all get stuck in our office bubbles.”

Liam leaned back. “You’re right. I didn’t realize how much the team needed this. We’re always pushing for results and overlooking something important.”

I felt a sense of satisfaction watching them let their guards down. Maybe this event would bring them closer in more ways than one.

I caught Lora looking at me from across the garden. Even with the evening going smoothly, I sensed this wasn’t the end of her games.

As the night wound down and people began to leave, I noticed Lora with Liam near my wardrobe. Lora glanced around and reached for a stack of papers, flipping through them quickly.

“Hey, Mary,” she called out. “What’s this? Something important?”

Liam’s face turned red when he saw the papers in her hands. He snatched them away.

“What the hell are these doing here?” he snapped, glaring at me. “I prepared these for a meeting with investors. I left them on my desk, Mary.”

I opened my mouth to explain, but he cut me off.

“Don’t act innocent. It’s clear now. You’re working for the competition, aren’t you? I trusted you!”

“No, Liam, I…” I tried to explain, but he waved me off.

“We’ll talk later. Stay out of my way for now.”

He stormed out, leaving me with Lora.

She smirked. “I didn’t think those papers were that important. I just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

“A lesson? You’ve ruined everything!”

Still, I believed there was a better version of Lora, the one I’d seen laughing with Liam earlier, but she chose to be her worst self at that moment.

I sank into a chair, feeling defeated. Jake came over and placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Everything happens for a reason, Mary. Don’t give up yet.”

When I received a message from Liam asking me to meet him the next day, I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I decided to go in with my head held high.

The next afternoon, I arrived at the office feeling heavy-hearted. When I walked in, I saw both Liam and Lora there.

“Mary, I… I need to apologize,” Lora began, her voice shaky. “I was the one who moved the location for the event. I wanted to make you look bad, and… I also planted those documents on your desk.”

“Why?” I asked, hardly believing her.

Lora sighed and looked down.

“I was jealous. I thought you were stealing Liam’s attention from me, and I let that cloud my judgment. But after the event and hearing you speak, I realized how wrong I was.”

Liam, who had been quiet, stepped forward.

“She’s telling the truth, Mary. And honestly, I’m grateful for what you did.” He looked at me, his tone softer. “That evening in your garden, I didn’t just feel like the boss. I felt like a regular person again. I started noticing things I hadn’t in years. It was a wake-up call.”

He glanced at Lora and winked, making her blush. I couldn’t help but smile, realizing the relaxed atmosphere had done more than I hoped.

Liam turned back to me. “Mary, your methods worked. So, from now on, you’ll be the company’s emotional recovery coach.”

I was stunned for a moment and then broke into a big smile. “Really? Thank you, Liam!”

“And we have more to celebrate. The investor meeting went great. I’m inviting the whole team to stay after work tonight for pizza. Let’s make it a tradition!”

I laughed, feeling lighter than I had in weeks. The weight of uncertainty was gone. I had found my pathIt looks like you’re interested in a story about navigating workplace dynamics, personal challenges, and the journey of self-discovery. This narrative explores the protagonist, Mary, as she faces challenges in her internship at a tech startup. She encounters a young and ambitious boss, Liam, who prioritizes numbers over people, and a competitive colleague, Lora, who tries to undermine her.

The turning point comes when Mary decides to pitch a team-building event based on her emotional support program, which ultimately transforms the team’s dynamics. Despite obstacles, including Lora’s manipulations, Mary’s efforts lead to a more positive work environment and her own empowerment, as she eventually becomes the company’s emotional recovery coach.

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