Woman Accidentally Hit a Man in the Nose in the Elevator, Only to Discover He Was Her New Boss — Story of the Day

Claire was nervous about her first day at her new job, but getting stuck in the elevator with a stranger and accidentally breaking his nose in a panic made things worse. When they exited the elevator, she discovered that this man was her new boss. A boss known for his reputation as a ruthless tyrant.

Claire walked down a bustling street, her stomach a knot with excitement. Today was her first day at a new job, a job she had long dreamed of. She was starting as a graphic designer at a large company, and it was very exciting for Claire.

She knew she had to make a good impression on the first day and worried about whether she could pull it off.

Claire was naturally very clumsy, so she rarely managed to made a good first impression, but today she was determined to succeed.

Another reason she needed to show her best side was that she had heard rumors that her new boss was very strict and demanding, not tolerating mistakes.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she approached the towering office building. It loomed above her, glass reflecting the morning sunlight. With a final deep breath, she mustered up her courage and went inside.

The lobby was grand, with sleek modern decor and people hurrying about. Claire felt a bit overwhelmed but kept moving, reminding herself to stay focused. She walked to the elevator, where an attractive man in a suit was already standing.

He seemed familiar, but she couldn't place where she had seen him before. His sharp suit and confident stance made him look important. Claire pressed the button to call the elevator.

"I already pressed the button; there was no need to press it again," the man said coldly.

"Oh, you mean the elevator. I didn't even think... It's my first day," Claire mumbled, stumbling over her words. The man gave her a stern look. "I'm very anxious," she added.

The elevator doors opened, and the man stepped inside. Claire followed him in. The man pressed the button for the 11th floor and looked at Claire, expecting her to press her floor button.

"Me too, 11," she said. Claire had checked all the information she had been sent dozens of times that morning. "So, it looks like we'll be colleagues," she said.

"Yeah," the man replied.

"I heard the boss is very strict and doesn't forgive mistakes," Claire said with a nervous laugh.

"I don't see anything wrong with that. If you want a successful company, you need to minimize mistakes and the people who make them," he replied.

"Maybe," she said, thinking they definitely wouldn't be friends. "I'm Claire, by the way," she extended her hand for a shake.

"Yes, I—" but the man was cut off as the elevator suddenly stopped.

"What's happening?" Claire asked in a panic.

"It seems there's a malfunction; it should start again soon," the man replied calmly. Just after he said this, the lights in the elevator went out.

"Oh god, no, no, no. Not this! We're stuck!" Claire began to panic.

"Calm down; it should start working again soon."

Claire started to hyperventilate, pacing back and forth in the elevator.

"What's happening to you?" the man asked.

"I'm really afraid of confined spaces," Claire answered.

"You were just fine a moment ago."

"ʼBut the elevator ride only takes a few seconds; I can handle that. Now it's unclear how long we'll be stuck here." Claire couldn't calm down; she was already on edge, and now this. She collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her face. "I'm not ready to die so young!" she cried out.

The man crouched next to her and put his hand on her back. "Calm down; no one is going to die. It's just an elevator, and you're not alone," he said, gently rubbing her back.

Miraculously, this started to help, and Claire slowly began to calm down. Suddenly, the elevator jolted, scaring her, and she accidentally elbowed something.

"We're falling!" Claire screamed. Suddenly, the lights came back on, and the elevator began to move. Claire turned around and saw she had bloodied the man's nose.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean to," she said, standing up from the floor.

The man remained silent, pressing a handkerchief to his nose. The elevator doors opened, and the man immediately stepped out. Claire followed him.

"Mr. Hemforth! What happened?" a woman cried out. Claire felt her blood run cold. Mr. Hemforth—that was the name of her new boss. Claire had just punched her boss!

"Damn," she muttered under her breath.

Several days had passed since the elevator incident, and all this time, Claire increasingly felt that Mr. Hemforth hated her.

She couldn't shake the feeling that she had seen him somewhere before. His constant disapproval only added to her anxiety.

He hadn't approved any of her work or ideas, no matter how hard she tried. Claire arrived at work at 7 a.m. and left at 10 p.m., just to finally create something Hemforth would like, but it was all in vain. Her efforts seemed pointless. It seemed he was deliberately rejecting her work.

When other colleagues praised something and said how great Claire was, Hemforth would look at her work and say he'd never seen anything worse in his life. It was like a punch to the gut every time. Claire's confidence was dwindling.

One day, Claire decided to try again. She walked to his office, her heart pounding. She took a deep breath, mustering the little courage she had left, and knocked on the door.

"Come in," Hemforth's voice called from inside.

Claire entered, holding her latest design in her hands. "Mr. Hemforth, I've made some changes. I hope this meets your expectations," she said, handing him her work.

"Are you kidding me?" Hemforth said, frowning. "Why are you showing me a draft?"

"This is the final version," Claire replied, her voice shaky.

"You shouldn't have said that. Redo it," Hemforth replied, his tone stern.

Claire couldn't take it anymore. "Why do you hate me so much? I've apologized several times for hitting you, and it was an accident. Everyone else praises my work. Why haven't you said anything good?"

"I don't hate you. I want to teach you," Hemforth answered calmly.

"Then you should take teaching courses," Claire snapped, her frustration boiling over. She turned and left the office, slamming the door behind her.

That evening, the office was empty and dimly lit. The soft hum of the fluorescent lights was the only sound accompanying Claire as she sat at her desk, tirelessly working on the same project over and over again.

Her eyes were strained from staring at the screen for hours, and she rubbed them, trying to focus. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, reminding her that it was already half past ten at night.

Suddenly, Claire heard the familiar sound of the elevator dinging. She glanced up, squinting to see who it could be at this late hour.

The dim lighting made it hard to make out the figure at first. Her heart skipped a beat when the figure stepped out of the shadows, and she realized it was Hemforth.

"Damn it!" Hemforth shouted, his voice echoing in the empty office. "You scared me."

"Sorry," Claire said, her voice small and apologetic.

Hemforth took a deep breath and approached her desk. "What are you doing here so late?" he asked, his tone softer now.

"I'm working," Claire replied, trying to muster a smile. "And you?"

"I forgot my phone," Hemforth said, shaking his head. "Came back to get it."

"I see," Claire said, feeling a bit awkward.

Hemforth leaned over to look at her laptop screen. "Why are you doing it this way?" he asked, a frown creasing his forehead.

Claire blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Why are you trying so hard to fit into our mold?" Hemforth asked, looking at her intently.

"I thought that's what I was supposed to do," Claire said, her voice uncertain.

Hemforth shook his head. "I hired you because your work stood out. I thought you could bring something new to our company."

Claire was taken aback. "I... I didn't know that," she admitted. She really thought he wanted her to follow the same guidelines as everyone else.

Hemforth sighed and took the mouse from her hand, deleting everything she had been working on. Claire gasped, feeling a pang of panic. "What are you doing? I spent the whole day on that!" she protested.

"I know," Hemforth said, looking at her with a calm expression. "I'm sorry, but I want you to create something new. Something that's truly yours, not just what you think we want."

Claire felt her frustration rising. "Well, I guess I'll be spending the night here," she said, determined to prove herself.

"No need," Hemforth said, shaking his head. "Start fresh tomorrow."

"No," Claire insisted. "I want to come in with results. You'll probably fire me anyway."

Hemforth looked surprised. "Why would I fire you?" he asked.

"Because I haven't had a single approved project," Claire said, feeling the weight of her frustration and exhaustion.

"That's normal," Hemforth reassured her. "You're still learning. You're the most talented person in this office, maybe even better than me. Just stop limiting yourself."

Claire stared at him in disbelief. She had never expected to hear such praise from Hemforth. "Really?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yes," Hemforth said firmly. "We haven't had such a young and talented employee in a long time. The last one was five years ago."

Claire looked at him, puzzled. "You're not much older than me," she said.

"I'm talking about myself," Hemforth explained. "I joined the company only five years ago, and look where I am now. And you're better than me. If you want, I can help you."

Claire felt a surge of gratitude. "Thank you, Mr. Hemforth," she said. "But I'd rather do it myself."

Hemforth smiled. "Just call me Derek," he said. "Work hours ended long ago. I'll be in my office if you need help."

As Hemforth walked away, Claire felt a newfound determination. She took a deep breath and turned back to her laptop, ready to create something truly her own.

The next few hours, Claire spent working on a new project. She kept Hemforth's words in mind and let herself be free, not worrying about fitting in. She tried new ideas and different styles, feeling more confident with each stroke.

Finally, Claire sat back and looked at the finished work. She couldn't believe her eyes. It was the best thing she had created since starting at the company. A smile spread across her face.

Claire grabbed her laptop and walked to Hemforth's office. She knocked gently on the door, her heart pounding. When Hemforth looked up, she stepped inside and placed the laptop on his desk, turning it so he could see the screen.

"Take a look," Claire said, her voice a bit shaky but hopeful.

"See, that's what I was talking about. Good job," Hemforth said, his face lighting up with a smile.

"Really?" Claire asked, her eyes wide with surprise. She still couldn't believe it.

"Yes," Hemforth said, standing up from his desk. "You can actually do much more than you imagine."

"Thank you," Claire said, feeling a mix of relief and pride.

She returned to her desk and started packing her things. Claire walked to the elevator, where Hemforth was already standing, waiting.

"I'm getting flashbacks from our first meeting," Claire said with a small laugh.

"That wasn't our first meeting," Hemforth replied, his expression softening.

"What do you mean?" Claire asked, puzzled.

"Do you remember the graduation party where you cried in the bathroom because your lenses were expired and your eyes were burning?" Hemforth asked, looking at her closely.

"I wasn't crying; my eyes were just watering. How do you know that?" Claire asked, her mind racing to remember.

"I was the one who brought you tissues and lens solution," Hemforth said, a smile playing on his lips.

"That was you?" Claire said, her eyes widening in recognition. "I thought that was some kind graduate..."

"Yeah, that was me," Hemforth replied. The elevator doors closed, and they both stepped inside.

"I've been looking for you since that day but couldn't find you. Then I saw your resume for this job," Hemforth continued, his voice calm but sincere.

"You were looking for me?" Claire asked, her heart skipping a beat.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you," Hemforth admitted.

"Oh," Claire said, feeling a rush of emotions.

"Sorry, I got carried away," Hemforth said, looking a bit embarrassed.

"I was going to drop out the next day because I thought I wasn't good enough," Claire confessed. "But I stayed because of your words."

"What's important is not whether you're worthy of being here, but whether you're ready to fight for your choice," they said in unison, both surprised at their shared memory.

"You remember," Claire said, smiling brightly.

"Of course," Hemforth said. "I remember every part of that conversation."

Their eyes met, and without thinking, Hemforth leaned in to kiss Claire. She responded, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hemforth pressed a button, and the elevator stopped.

"It's okay. I'm here," he said softly, then kissed Claire again.

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