POOR GIRL WAS FIXING HER MAKEUP IN A CAR WINDOW UNAWARE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING
Mara stood by the roadside, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car. Her reflection stared back, smudged and tired. She dabbed on cheap lipstick and patted her cracked powder compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home. She had just finished cleaning offices downtownâher part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed.
#stargt
She didnât care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didnât know was that someone was inside.
Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes. A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he wasnât easily impressed. But there was something about this girl. The way she pouted at her reflection, the determined strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her eyes. She had no idea someone was watchingâĻ and that someone was him.
As she adjusted her scarf and stepped back, Mara caught a strange movement in the glass. Her heart skipped. She leaned closerâand froze. A man was inside, staring right at her.
âOh my GodâĻâ she gasped, stumbling back. âIâm so sorry!â
She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her.
âHey, you. Whatâs your name?â
Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that beforeâwithout mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do.
ââĻMara,â she replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Liam stepped out of the car, tall and commanding. His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle.
âDo you always use strangersâ cars as mirrors?â he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. âOnly when I canât afford a real one.â
That confidenceâĻ unexpected, unpolished. It made Liam smile for the first time in days.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to her.
âYouâre bold. I like that. Come work for me.â
Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank?
âW-Work? As what?â
âMy personal assistant.â
She stared at him, speechless. Was he serious? What did a billionaire want with a girl who cleaned floors for a living?
But Liam was already leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world.
That night, Mara didnât sleep. The card sat on her small table, almost glowing. Her entire world had shifted with a single sentence.
The next morning, she called the number.
Liamâs assistant answered instantly. âMr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?â
Her heart pounded.
She walked into Liamâs companyâtowering glass walls, sharp-dressed workers, luxury dripping from every corner. And there she was, in her only clean dress, shoes that had seen better days.
When she entered his office, Liam didnât look surprised.
âI want you as my personal assistant,â he repeated, calmly.
âI-I donât have any qualifications,â she stammered.
âIâm not hiring a degree,â he said, leaning forward. âIâm hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.â
Mara swallowed hard.
âUnlessâĻâ Liam added with a teasing smile, âyouâd prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?â
Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew wasâher life was about to change.
And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window.
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Mara stood by the roadside, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car. Her reflection stared back, smudged and tired. She dabbed on cheap lipstick and patted her cracked powder compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home. She had just finished cleaning offices downtownâher part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed.
#stargt
She didnât care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didnât know was that someone was inside.
Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes. A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he wasnât easily impressed. But there was something about this girl. The way she pouted at her reflection, the determined strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her eyes. She had no idea someone was watchingâĻ and that someone was him.
As she adjusted her scarf and stepped back, Mara caught a strange movement in the glass. Her heart skipped. She leaned closerâand froze. A man was inside, staring right at her.
âOh my GodâĻâ she gasped, stumbling back. âIâm so sorry!â
She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her.
âHey, you. Whatâs your name?â
Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that beforeâwithout mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do.
ââĻMara,â she replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Liam stepped out of the car, tall and commanding. His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle.
âDo you always use strangersâ cars as mirrors?â he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. âOnly when I canât afford a real one.â
That confidenceâĻ unexpected, unpolished. It made Liam smile for the first time in days.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to her.
âYouâre bold. I like that. Come work for me.â
Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank?
âW-Work? As what?â
âMy personal assistant.â
She stared at him, speechless. Was he serious? What did a billionaire want with a girl who cleaned floors for a living?
But Liam was already leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world.
That night, Mara didnât sleep. The card sat on her small table, almost glowing. Her entire world had shifted with a single sentence.
The next morning, she called the number.
Liamâs assistant answered instantly. âMr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?â
Her heart pounded.
She walked into Liamâs companyâtowering glass walls, sharp-dressed workers, luxury dripping from every corner. And there she was, in her only clean dress, shoes that had seen better days.
When she entered his office, Liam didnât look surprised.
âI want you as my personal assistant,â he repeated, calmly.
âI-I donât have any qualifications,â she stammered.
âIâm not hiring a degree,â he said, leaning forward. âIâm hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.â
Mara swallowed hard.
âUnlessâĻâ Liam added with a teasing smile, âyouâd prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?â
Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew wasâher life was about to change.
And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window.
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POOR GIRL WAS FIXING HER MAKEUP IN A CAR WINDOW UNAWARE SOMEONE WAS WATCHING
Mara stood by the roadside, squinting into the tinted window of a sleek black car. Her reflection stared back, smudged and tired. She dabbed on cheap lipstick and patted her cracked powder compact, trying to look presentable before catching the bus home. She had just finished cleaning offices downtownâher part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed.
#stargt
She didnât care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didnât know was that someone was inside.
Liam sat silently in the back seat, watching her with curious eyes. A billionaire known for his ruthless business deals and cold demeanor, he wasnât easily impressed. But there was something about this girl. The way she pouted at her reflection, the determined strokes of her lipstick, the innocence in her eyes. She had no idea someone was watchingâĻ and that someone was him.
As she adjusted her scarf and stepped back, Mara caught a strange movement in the glass. Her heart skipped. She leaned closerâand froze. A man was inside, staring right at her.
âOh my GodâĻâ she gasped, stumbling back. âIâm so sorry!â
She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her.
âHey, you. Whatâs your name?â
Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that beforeâwithout mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do.
ââĻMara,â she replied, voice barely above a whisper.
Liam stepped out of the car, tall and commanding. His eyes studied her like she was a puzzle.
âDo you always use strangersâ cars as mirrors?â he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. âOnly when I canât afford a real one.â
That confidenceâĻ unexpected, unpolished. It made Liam smile for the first time in days.
He reached into his jacket and pulled out a sleek business card, handing it to her.
âYouâre bold. I like that. Come work for me.â
Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank?
âW-Work? As what?â
âMy personal assistant.â
She stared at him, speechless. Was he serious? What did a billionaire want with a girl who cleaned floors for a living?
But Liam was already leaning against his car like he had all the time in the world.
That night, Mara didnât sleep. The card sat on her small table, almost glowing. Her entire world had shifted with a single sentence.
The next morning, she called the number.
Liamâs assistant answered instantly. âMr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?â
Her heart pounded.
She walked into Liamâs companyâtowering glass walls, sharp-dressed workers, luxury dripping from every corner. And there she was, in her only clean dress, shoes that had seen better days.
When she entered his office, Liam didnât look surprised.
âI want you as my personal assistant,â he repeated, calmly.
âI-I donât have any qualifications,â she stammered.
âIâm not hiring a degree,â he said, leaning forward. âIâm hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.â
Mara swallowed hard.
âUnlessâĻâ Liam added with a teasing smile, âyouâd prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?â
Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew wasâher life was about to change.
And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window.
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To be continuedâĻ
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#africanhistory #africanheritage #prophecy
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