Love doesn't choose wrong - AI interactive story

The blare of the alarm jolted Eva awake. Her first day at Smith Enterprises. Excitement bubbled, a rare feeling in her often-bleak life. She’d walked countless New York streets, submitted endless applications, and finally, this. A real job. She imagined her parents, somewhere, looking down, proud. A pang of familiar loneliness hit her, a quiet ache for the family she’d lost too soon, leaving her to navigate this unforgiving city alone.
Quickly, she showered, dressed in her best high-waisted skirt and a crisp shirt, applied a touch of mascara and lip balm, and grabbed her nude heels. A glance at the clock sent a jolt of panic through her – 7:35 AM. Work started at 8. “Damn it,” she muttered, grabbing a granola bar and bolting out the door.
A cab ride later, she stood before the towering glass facade of Smith Enterprises. “Wow, this place is so beautiful,” she whispered, her gaze sweeping over the sleek architecture. Inside, a flurry of business-suited figures moved with purpose. She spotted a stressed-looking receptionist and approached her.
“Hello, Madam, how may I help you?” the receptionist asked, not looking up. Eva offered a hopeful smile. “Hi, my name is Eva Martins, and I’m the new personal assistant to Mr. Smith.”
