I am not Cinderella

Annie carefully read through the contract multiple times, ensuring she understood every word to avoid any future regrets. Her eyes widened in surprise upon spotting a clause, and she quickly grabbed the document, hurrying into the cabin. "Isn't it clever?" Annie asked with a small smile, turning to Sandy as she spoke. "Why don't you add a condition too, from my perspective?" she ventured, feeling bold. Surprisingly, Sandy merely nodded, allowing her to continue. She pointed out, "It says I can't quit the job. How about adding that you can't dismiss me without cause?" Annie's determination was clear – she was committed to the position even if it meant enduring hardships. Sandy found amusement in their negotiation, realizing the game they were playing. "Anything else?" he inquired, maintaining eye contact with her. "I'm not sure why you want me to work for you, but all that matters to me is the salary," she replied, grinning widely, leaving Sandy intrigued by her straightforwardness. "Cinderella, you've entered the world of hell," he said, handing her the appointment letter. "I'm not Cinderella," she shot back indignantly. Why was it so difficult for him to address her by her name, Annie? In this tale, shoes may have been catalysts for fairy-tale romances, but this was far from a conventional story. Annie appeared innocent like Cinderella and ethereal like a fairy, yet there was a strength within her that no one could underestimate. Sandy had captured her attention, but was it truly just a game, or was there more to her than met the eye?