\nThe relentless snowstorm made me seek shelter in a stranger\u2019s home. At first, Justin seemed kind. Too kind. But when I discovered his connection to my biggest secret, everything changed.\n
That morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. The alarm blared, making the sensation worse. I groaned, fumbling to turn it off, and stared at the ceiling. Something felt off like the day was already conspiring against me.\n
At work, my boss, Lori, was standing at the head of the table, her sharp eyes scanning the room like a hawk circling prey. Meetings with Lori were less about collaboration and more about survival.\n
\n
\u201cGood morning, team! Before we dive into the numbers,\u201d Lori began, her gaze settling on me, \u201cI have a special assignment.\u201d\n
My stomach tightened.\n
\u201cSophia,\u201d she continued, \u201cyou\u2019ll be heading to Montana. There\u2019s a small mountain town where our competitors are testing campaigns. I want you there by tomorrow.\u201d\n
\u201cMontana?!\u201d\n
\u201cYes, Montana. You\u2019ll gather intel on their strategies. We need to stay ahead.\u201d\n
\u201cBut it\u2019s Thanksgiving! I had plans.\u201d\n
Lori cut me off. \u201cPlans can wait. This is business. You\u2019re the best we\u2019ve got for this kind of work.\u201d\n
I glanced around the room. The silence was deafening.\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get it done,\u201d I muttered, my hands clenched under the table.\n
\u201cExcellent! Now, let\u2019s discuss next quarter\u2019s goals.\u201d\n
\n
It felt ridiculous, yet there was no arguing with Lori. She wielded her authority like a weapon, and one wrong move could mean the end of my career.\n
After the meeting, I opened my laptop and sighed, staring at the cursor blinking in the search bar.\n
\u201cMontana, here I come,\u201d I muttered, booking a flight.\n
I packed my suitcase in record time, and in a few hours, I was seated on the plane, staring out the window at the clouds gathering in the distance.\n
\u201cLooks like we\u2019re in for some holiday weather,\u201d a voice said beside me.\n
I turned to see a man settling into the seat next to mine. He had a warm, easy smile and a kind face.\n
\u201cI\u2019m Justin,\u201d he said, extending a hand.\n
\u201cSophia,\u201d I replied, shaking it.\n
\n
The usual polite small talk followed: where we were headed, what we did for a living. Then, after the second glass of sparkling wine, without thinking much, I let it slip.\n
\u201cActually, I\u2019m supposed to gather ideas from competitors for my job. I guess you could call it espionage.\u201d\n
Justin chuckled. \u201cEspionage, huh? Sounds like you\u2019ve got a pretty important job if it\u2019s pulling you away from Thanksgiving.\u201d\n
\u201cWell, somebody has to do it,\u201d I said lightly, though the bitterness crept into my voice.\n
The flight passed quickly, thanks to Justin\u2019s friendly conversation. But the moment we landed, the storm was full-blown chaos. Snow piled up against the terminal windows, and I had a connecting flight.\n
\u201cAll flights are canceled until further notice,\u201d the intercom blared.\n
\n
I sighed, pulling my coat tighter around me. The thought of spending the night in the freezing terminal made my headache return, so I opened the phone and searched for a hotel.\n
\u201cRough day?\u201d Justin appeared again, dragging his suitcase.\n
\u201cYou could say that.\u201d I showed him the fully booked hotel listings on my phone.\n
\u201cWell. I live nearby. It\u2019s not fancy, but you\u2019re welcome to stay.\u201d\n
I blinked at him. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d\n
\u201cIt\u2019s better than freezing here. Come on.\u201d\n
Grateful and too tired to argue, I followed him out into the snowy night.\n
\n
When we arrived at Justin\u2019s house, the snow was falling in thick, quiet flakes. The world outside was still, as though the storm had tucked everything in for the night.\n
\u201cEveryone\u2019s asleep,\u201d Justin said, taking off his boots by the door. \u201cI\u2019ll show you to the guest room.\u201d\n
I followed him up a narrow staircase. The house had a lived-in charm \u2014 family photos lined the walls, and the faint scent of pine lingered in the air. Justin opened a door and flicked on the light.\n
\u201cHere you go,\u201d he said. \u201cMake yourself comfortable. There are extra blankets in the closet if you need them. I’ll leave some tea and dinner for you downstairs.\u201d\n
\u201cThanks.\u201d\n
As he left, I glanced around the room. Suddenly, I noticed a photo on the wall. It was Justin, smiling broadly, with a group of employees in front of a sign. The logo on the sign was unmistakable. My stomach dropped.\n
Justin is the competitor!\n
\n
Before I could process the shock, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand. I groaned, knowing exactly who it was. Sure enough, Lori\u2019s name flashed across the screen. Reluctantly, I answered.\n
\u201cWell, well,\u201d Lori\u2019s voice crackled through the line, filled with satisfaction after I’d told her everything. \u201cLooks like you\u2019re exactly where you need to be.\u201d\n
\u201cLori,\u201d I began, keeping my voice low, \u201cthis isn\u2019t…\u201d\n
\u201cListen, Sophia,\u201d she cut me off. \u201cI don\u2019t care about your excuses. You\u2019re there to get the job done. Dig through his files, find out what projects they\u2019re working on, and send me everything. Don\u2019t forget, I can make it look like this was all your idea. Clients won\u2019t trust someone who spies on their own. Understood?\u201d\n
Her words were ice in my veins. I hesitated, torn between guilt and the crushing pressure of her threats.\n
\u201cFine,\u201d I muttered finally.\n
The call ended, leaving me feeling like I\u2019d just made a deal with the devil.\n
\n
Hours later, when Justin\u2019s house had gone completely quiet, I crept downstairs. His office door was slightly ajar, the glow of his laptop casting faint shadows.\n
My hands shook as I searched through his files, stopping when I spotted a flash drive inserted into the laptop.\n
That’s it! All in there!\n
Just as I reached for it, I heard a small voice.\n
\u201cHi,\u201d a little girl said, rubbing her eyes. \u201cI\u2019m Liv.\u201d\n
\u201cHi, Liv,\u201d I whispered, glancing nervously toward the hallway. \u201cShouldn\u2019t you be in bed?\u201d\n
\u201cAre you playing hide-and-seek?\u201d\n
Before I could respond, Justin\u2019s voice called softly, \u201cLiv? What are you doing up?\u201d\n
I panicked, ducking under the desk and motioning for Liv to keep quiet. She gave a tiny nod.\n
Justin appeared in the doorway, scooping her into his arms. \u201cCome on, sweetheart. Let\u2019s get you back to bed.\u201d\n
As they left, I grabbed the flash drive, tucked it into my pocket, and slipped back to my room.\n
The following morning, I intended to leave quietly, avoiding an awkward goodbye, but Justin and Liv were already at the kitchen table.\n
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\u201cMorning,\u201d Justin greeted, his warm smile lighting up the room. \u201cYou must be starving after all that travel. Come on in.\u201d\n
I stepped hesitantly into the cozy kitchen, the scent of fresh coffee and pancakes drawing me in. Liv was drawing at the table.\n
\u201cHi! I am Liv,\u201d she said brightly.\n
Then, to my surprise, she raised a finger to her lips and whispered, \u201cShh,\u201d mimicking the gesture I\u2019d made to her the night before.\n
My cheeks flushed. \u201cHi, Liv! I am Sophia. Could I see your masterpiece?\u201d\n
Did she remember everything?\n
\u201cYup!\u201d She giggled, giving me her picture. \u201cDaddy says we\u2019re making pancakes for you. I helped with the batter.\u201d\n
\u201cShe\u2019s the head chef this morning,\u201d Justin chimed in, flipping a pancake on the stove.\n
\u201cThanks for letting me stay last night. It was kind of you.\u201d\n
\u201cNot a problem. Storm like that? You\u2019d have frozen at the airport.\u201d\n
Liv hopped down from her chair and skipped over to the counter. She picked up a plate piled high with golden pancakes and walked it over to me, balancing it carefully with both hands.\n
\u201cDaddy, can we have whipped cream on them?\u201d Liv asked, tugging at Justin\u2019s sleeve.\n
\u201cYou have to ask our guest first. Does Sophia like whipped cream?\u201d\n
Liv turned to me. \u201cDo you?\u201d\n
\u201cOf course,\u201d I said, laughing. \u201cWho doesn\u2019t?\u201d\n
Liv clapped her hands. As she sprayed a generous swirl onto her pancake, she glanced at me again, her finger returning to her lips in a playful \u201cshh.\u201d\n
My heart sank slightly.\n
She did remember!\n
Justin slid into the seat across from me. As we ate, he shared his story.\n
\u201cAfter Liv\u2019s mom passed away during childbirth,\u201d he began, \u201cit was just the two of us. Balancing parenthood and running the company hasn\u2019t been easy, but Liv\u2019s my reason for everything.\u201d\n
Liv looked up from her pancakes, her face glowing with pride. \u201cDaddy works hard, but he always has time for me.\u201d\n
This man isn\u2019t just kind. He is incredible! And I betrayed his trust the night before.\n
Justin leaned back, his gaze thoughtful. \u201cWhat about you, Sophia? What drives you?\u201d\n
What can I say? That my job feels like a race I could never win? That I don\u2019t even know what I am chasing anymore?\n
\u201cI guess I\u2019ve been so focused on my career that I haven\u2019t stopped to think about it,\u201d I admitted, pushing my fork into the last bite of pancake. \u201cMaybe it\u2019s time I do.\u201d\n
The warmth of the moment was shattered when my phone buzzed loudly on the table. Lori\u2019s name flashed across the screen. I excused myself and stepped outside. The cold air bit at my cheeks as I read her latest message:\n
\u201cWhere is the file, Sophia? If you don\u2019t send it now, you\u2019re done. Fired. And don\u2019t think you\u2019ll find work elsewhere. I\u2019ll make sure no one hires you again.\u201d\n
I stared at the phone. My career, my reputation… It was all on the line. But then I thought about Justin\u2019s story and Liv\u2019s trust in her Dad.\n
Can I really betray that?\n
I turned back toward the house, walked over, and held out the flash drive to Justin.\n
\u201cHere. I can\u2019t do this. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d\n
He looked at me, then nodded. I grabbed my coat and bag, said a quick goodbye to Liv, and walked out the door, fighting back tears.\n
At the airport, I waited for my flight, staring at my phone as Lori\u2019s messages piled up.\n
\u201cYou\u2019re done. You\u2019ll regret this. You\u2019re fired!\u201d\n
My future felt uncertain, and fear clawed at me. But before I could spiral further, I heard a familiar voice.\n
\u201cSophia.\u201d\n
I turned to see Justin standing there, holding Liv\u2019s hand. My heart almost stopped.\n
\u201cI knew everything from the start,\u201d he said calmly. \u201cLiv told me about \u2018hide-and-seek,\u2019 and I recognized your company\u2019s name on your documents on the plane. Lori and I have crossed paths before.\u201d\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you say anything?\u201d\n
\u201cI invited you because I liked you. Even after everything, I could see you weren\u2019t the kind of person to go through with something like this. I wanted to see what you\u2019d choose. And you made the right choice.\u201d\n
\u201cDaddy says you can stay for Thanksgiving. Will you?\u201d\n
Justin smiled softly. \u201cThe offer still stands.\u201d\n
I didn\u2019t have to think long. \u201cI\u2019d like that.\u201d\n
That Thanksgiving, as snow blanketed the world outside, I felt a warmth of home. Perhaps that was the start of a life filled with meaning, love, and the promise of a future with Justin and Liv.\n
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