Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the 47th-floor corner office, casting golden reflections across the marble desk. The city skyline stretched endlessly below — a kingdom of glass and ambition.
Banana had given everything to this company. Five years as Executive Assistant. Late nights. Early mornings. Sacrifices no one ever saw.
And he — the smooth-talking Apple — had promised her the world.
“You’ll be Vice President next quarter,” he’d whispered during their late-night “strategy sessions.” She believed him. She trusted the man in the pinstripe suit with the kind eyes behind those designer glasses.
Until the rumors started.
Today, everything shattered.
“You promised me a promotion,” she said, voice trembling as she clutched the contract papers. A single tear rolled down her curved cheek. “Why is everyone saying you sold the company?”
Apple stood with one hand casually in his pocket, the other gesturing like it was just another Tuesday meeting. His glossy red skin shone under the lights. A confident, almost charming smile played on his face.
“Sign the papers,” he replied smoothly, “we’re almost rich.”
Banana stared at him, her elegant red dress suddenly feeling too tight, too suffocating. The papers in her hands felt like lead.
She had seen the secret emails. The offshore accounts. The buyer from a rival corporation who wanted to strip the company for parts — including her entire department. Including her future.
“You’re not selling the company,” she whispered, voice breaking. “You’re selling me.”
Apple’s smile faded just slightly. He took a slow step closer, his polished shoes clicking on the marble floor. For a moment, something almost like regret flickered behind his glasses.
Then it vanished.
“Business is business, darling,” he said, voice low and cold. “You wanted to climb the ladder. This is how it works at the top.”
Banana’s hands shook harder. She looked at the contract — the one that would sign away her stock options, her severance, her dignity. All so he could walk away with millions while she was left with nothing.
“I loved you,” she said, the words slipping out before she could stop them. Not just professionally. She had fallen for him. The secret dinners. The stolen kisses by the window after everyone else had gone home.
Apple chuckled softly, a dark, hollow sound.
“Love?” He pointed at the signature line. “Sign it. Or I’ll make sure you never work in this industry again.”
Tears streamed down her face now, leaving glistening trails on her yellow skin. Outside, the city kept moving, indifferent to the betrayal happening high above it.
She looked at the pen. Then back at him.
In that moment, something shifted inside her. The hurt hardened into something sharper.
Banana slowly placed the papers on the marble desk. She picked up the pen.
But instead of signing… she snapped it in half.
Black ink splattered across the contract like blood.
Apple’s eyes widened in shock.
“You think you can just throw me away?” she said, voice suddenly steady and dangerous. “Then we’re both going down.”
She reached for the emergency alarm on the desk.
Apple lunged forward —
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