Facing my benefactor and nemesis, as I like to call that moment until now, I couldn't find the words to speak. I had imagined various scenarios in my mind, but I remained expressionless. Since I was already here, I decided to see it through to the end.

Without saying anything more, she walked over to a chair, sat down, and began questioning the HR manager about the status of my employment, what had been decided, and when I was supposed to start working. Relief washed over me, thinking that everything was going well. However, she stared at me intensely and continued her conversation.

After settling the remaining details with the HR manager, I was instructed to start working the following week. As I made to leave, I was halted by a bodyguard who informed me that she had requested my presence in her office. Despite my hesitation, I knew I had to comply since she was my boss, and I wanted the job.

When I reached her office, she gestured for me to take a seat as she was on a call. It seemed like someone was trying to connect with her, but she wasn't interested. "She must have a lover," I thought to myself.

Interrupting my thoughts, she apologized for the interruption and asked if I was comfortable with my job. I responded accordingly, surprised that I wasn't as nervous as I had anticipated. We discussed a few other topics, ranging from the recent attack to my role and expectations.

We were getting along quite well. She appeared reasonable and intelligent, just my type—or so I believed—until the door suddenly swung open, and my entire being was shaken. Sitting before me was the woman I admired and believed I had already met, but standing there was the actual lady I had seen at the gathering that night. I instantly recognized her because the intense feeling I experienced that night overwhelmed me once again. However, something perplexed me—why did they look so alike? I sat there in shock as I witnessed both of them exchanging pleasantries, picking on each other, and laughing. That's when I discovered that the one who had attended to me in the office was named Ciara, and the one who had just entered was Tiara. I also learned that they had another sister named Kiara.

"What is happening?" I muttered, growing increasingly confused. They both glanced at me simultaneously and chuckled. The one seated replied, "Don't mind us, everyone reacts the same way when they see two or all three of us together."

As much as I desired to ask more questions, I wasn't certain which ones to pose. However, one question lingered in my heart: "Which girl did I fall for that night?"

Lost in thought, my heart raced. I was sure it was the one I had been in the office with earlier, yet I resonated more with the one who had just arrived. But what if I felt an even stronger attraction to the third one?

Trapped in these thoughts, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Ciara, who had stood up without my notice. But her next question shook me to my core.

"Do you like my sister?" she asked. I froze!

To be continued...

Why did she ask such a question? 

What do you think my response would be? 

Or is it a trap?