A LOVE UNTAMED

The shrill buzz of an alarm jolted Liana Torres from her deep slumber.

Her eyes flew open with panic surging through her chest. She turned around and saw the glowing red numbers on her bedside clock. "Oh no!" She scrambled upright, her hair a wild mess around her face. She was late for her first day at work.

At Titan Media a top media company in the country.

Throwing away the blanket, she dashed to her wardrobe, pulling out the neatly pressed blouse and skirt she had chosen the night before. There was no time to admire how perfectly the cream silk hugged her figure or how the navy pencil skirt gave her the look of quiet authority, she stood before the mirror. Checking her time again, she smoothen her hair into a loose bun, applied a light makeup, and grabbed her satchel before rushing out of her tiny apartment.

By the time she reached the towering glass building of Titan Media, her heart was racing faster than her footsteps. The skyscraper loomed above her, glittering with the kind of power that made the world stop and stare for awhile. This is it, she thought, taking a steadying breath before stepping through the revolving doors.

Inside, the lobby buzzed with energy. Men and women in sleek suits hurried past with lattes in hand, phones glued to their ears. Liana paused for a second, soaking it all in, before a bright voice snapped her out of her awe.

"You must be the new hire."

She turned to see a woman with sleek dark hair, flawless makeup, and a smile that carried the faintest edge of superiority.

"I'm Vanessa Cole," the woman said smoothly, looking her up and down with quick appraisal. "Communications department. Let me show you around before you get lost in this jungle."

"Thank you," Liana replied, forcing a polite smile as she fell into step beside her.

Vanessa's heels clicked against the marble as she led her through the maze of glass walls and open-plan offices. She pointed out the conference rooms, the executive floor that "wasn't for just anyone," and the cafeteria where whispers of industry gossip spread faster than coffee orders.

Finally, they reached a sleek office with frosted doors. "This is Mr. Jonathan Pierce's department," Vanessa explained. "He's the head of Communications so you'll be reporting to him."

Liana's stomach tightened as anxiety rushed over her. Her nerves palpitating as she stepped inside.

Mr. Pierce was in his mid-thirties, with sharp eyes behind thin-rimmed glasses. His suit was crisp, his expression businesslike. He looked her over quickly.

"Miss Torres, welcome to Titan Media," he said, not unkindly, but with the tone of a man who had no time to waste. "For now, I want you to start simple. File these reports, organize the press release drafts, and make sure the archives are updated. Think of it as groundwork you'll understand our flow better this way."

"Yes, sir," Liana said firmly, determination sparking in her chest.