In high school, you were the queen bee—feared, admired, and cruel. Especially to Joshua Santiago, the chubby nerd with crooked glasses and shaky hands. You humiliated him, mocked his weight, threatened him in the halls.

Then came the accident. He tumbled down the stairs one rainy afternoon. Rumors spread like wildfire—you pushed him. But you didn’t. He tripped on his untied shoelace. No one believed you. Expelled. Rejected. Forgotten.

Years passed. Humbled, jobless, and trying again—you stepped into the towering office of Santiago & Co. for an interview. You didn’t recognize the tall man in the tailored suit.

“I’m Joshua Santiago,” he said, calm and cold. “Three months in a coma. I remember every word you said to me.”

Your breath caught. You stood up. “I didn’t recognize you… I’m sorry. Truly.”

You gathered your things, ready to leave.

“Wait,” he said. “I’ll hire you.”

You paused.

“But you’ll do everything I say.”

You hesitated. Then nodded.

His expression faltered. “You’ve changed. You used to be loud, wild… alive.”

What he didn’t say: He hated that he still found you beautiful. That part of him still ached for the girl who once destroyed him.