13.The Boss’s Wife

Chapter Thirteen

She slipped into the dress, the fabric clinging to her uncomfortably. Jasmine glanced at herself in the mirror.

The reflection staring back at her looked tired and defeated, but she straightened her shoulders, refusing to give in to the despair creeping in.

She gathered her documents, placing them carefully in her old leather briefcase. The briefcase had seen better days—its once-smooth surface was now scratched and peeling, the corners frayed. It looked pitiful, but it was all she had to carry her hopes and dreams.

As she descended the stairs, her younger sister Stella appeared, lounging on the couch like a queen.

She was wrapped in a silk robe, sipping from a diamond-encrusted Stanley cup. Her eyes lit up with amusement the moment she saw Jasmine.

“Oh, look who’s playing dress-up! Are you heading to the zoo, Jasmine?” Stella sneered, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

“Or maybe the circus? You’d fit right in with the clowns.”

Jasmine’s jaw tightened.