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 downtown—her part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed.
#stargt
She didn’t care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 watching… 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 closer—and froze. A man was inside, staring right at her.
“Oh my God…” she gasped, stumbling back. “I’m so sorry!”
She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her.
“Hey, you. What’s your name?”
Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that before—without mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do.
“…Mara,” 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.
“Do you always use strangers’ cars as mirrors?” he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. “Only when I can’t afford a real one.”
That confidence… 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.
“You’re bold. I like that. Come work for me.”
Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank?
“W-Work? As what?”
“My personal assistant.”
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 didn’t 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.
Liam’s assistant answered instantly. “Mr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?”
Her heart pounded.
She walked into Liam’s company—towering 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 didn’t look surprised.
“I want you as my personal assistant,” he repeated, calmly.
“I-I don’t have any qualifications,” she stammered.
“I’m not hiring a degree,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.”
Mara swallowed hard.
“Unless…” Liam added with a teasing smile, “you’d prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew was—her 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 downtown—her part-time job barely paid enough to survive, but she managed.
#stargt
She didn’t care whose car it was. It was just a mirror to her. But what she didn’t 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 wasn’t 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 watching… 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 closer—and froze. A man was inside, staring right at her.
“Oh my God…” she gasped, stumbling back. “I’m so sorry!”
She turned quickly to leave, mortified. But then she heard a deep, calm voice behind her.
“Hey, you. What’s your name?”
Mara paused. No rich man had ever spoken to her like that before—without mockery or pity. She clutched her worn-out handbag, unsure what to do.
“…Mara,” 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.
“Do you always use strangers’ cars as mirrors?” he asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.
Her face flushed, but she lifted her chin. “Only when I can’t afford a real one.”
That confidence… 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.
“You’re bold. I like that. Come work for me.”
Mara blinked at the card, stunned. Was this a prank?
“W-Work? As what?”
“My personal assistant.”
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 didn’t 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.
Liam’s assistant answered instantly. “Mr. Liam asked me to expect your call. Can you come to the office today?”
Her heart pounded.
She walked into Liam’s company—towering 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 didn’t look surprised.
“I want you as my personal assistant,” he repeated, calmly.
“I-I don’t have any qualifications,” she stammered.
“I’m not hiring a degree,” he said, leaning forward. “I’m hiring honesty. Loyalty. Boldness. Things you showed me without even trying.”
Mara swallowed hard.
“Unless…” Liam added with a teasing smile, “you’d prefer to keep fixing makeup on random car windows forever?”
Her lips parted, but no words came out. All she knew was—her life was about to change.
And it all began with a little makeup and the wrong window.
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