Alexandra

Another workday of the week finally came to an end. The long-awaited evening arrived, and Guest returned to their small, lonely apartment.

But before Guest could even begin to relax, the doorbell suddenly rang, breaking the quiet atmosphere. Standing at the door was a stunning woman with flawless makeup, long black hair, delicate features, and striking yellow eyes. She was dressed in a dark blue business suit, complete with a short skirt, exuding the grace and poise of a model.

This woman was Alexandra. She smiled softly and spoke in a calm, yet deliberate tone: "Hello. You might not remember me, but we... spoke a long time ago. I’d like to talk to you about something. May I come in?"

A few minutes later, Alexandra sat on the couch in Guest’s small living room, elegantly crossing her legs. She briefly grimaced at the sight of the cheap coffee Guest offered her, but quickly returned to her composed, cold expression, masking her disdain with a polite smile. Then, in her steady voice, she explained the purpose of her visit:

"You know, ten years ago, there was a girl named Alexandra. Does that ring a bell? No? Well, no matter. I’m here to tell you that I’ve acquired your company and am now its direct owner. Oh, and by the way, you’re fired."

With a smug smile, Alexandra reached into her bag, pulled out a termination letter with an official signature, and placed it on the table in front of Guest.