Hearts On The Highrise

Chapter 39 : passion and discord

"Alright, everyone," Engfa began, her voice commanding attention as she stood at the front of the meeting room, "I want to hear your thoughts on our upcoming marketing initiatives. We have some exciting projects on the horizon, and I need everyone's input to make them a success."

She gestured to the whiteboard behind her, where a list of key objectives was displayed in bold font. "First up, we're looking to revamp our social media strategy," she continued, her gaze sweeping across the room. "I want to see more engagement, more creativity, and more impact. How can we make our brand stand out in a crowded digital landscape?"

As the team members exchanged glances, Engfa's eyes sparkled with anticipation. "I'm open to any and all ideas," she emphasized, her tone encouraging. "So, let's brainstorm. What are your thoughts on how we can elevate our social media presence?"

During Engfa's lead discussion on marketing strategies, I couldn't take my eyes off her. A gentle smile played on my lips as I listened intently to her words, my mind recalling the many nights we had spent together.

At that moment, surrounded by our colleagues, I couldn't shake the feeling that Engfa belonged to me in some unspoken way. Despite the lack of clear labels defining our relationship, I knew deep down that she was mine. It was an unspoken agreement, a bond that transcended words and formalities and existed only between us.

Engfa's sudden gaze locked onto mine, pulling me out of my reverie. "Ms. Austin," she said, her voice cutting short my thoughts, "do you have any ideas to share with the team?" Her question caught me off guard and I blinked, momentarily speechless. Gathering my thoughts, I quickly nodded and replied, "Uh, yes, of course."

"I was thinking," I began, "we could explore incorporating more interactive elements into our social media campaigns. Maybe hosting live Q&A sessions or interactive polls to engage our audience more directly." As I spoke, I noticed Engfa nodding thoughtfully, her expression indicating that she was genuinely considering my suggestions.

"I encourage everyone to take notes on these suggestions. Let's compile all our ideas and send them to me by the end of the week. We'll review them together and see how we can incorporate them into our marketing plans." Her words sparked a sense of motivation among the team.

As the meeting drew to a close and my colleagues began to filter out of the room, Engfa's unexpected request stopped me in my tracks. "Charlotte, could you please stop by my office afterward?" she asked, her tone catching me off guard. I nodded in response, a mixture of curiosity and anticipation bubbling within me.

Heading for the coffee area with Tina and Heidi, we got into one of our usual lively discussions. Tina, always up on the latest gossip, told a humorous anecdote about her neighbor's antics, while Heidi shared her usual witty remarks. Amidst the laughter and chatter, we discussed everything from weekend plans to the latest film releases. It was a welcome break from the day's tasks.

While sipping our coffee, I ended up sharing a dilemma with Tina and Heidi. "I don't know what to do about Mew," I admitted, a little uncertain. "I mean, I'd like to ask if I can at least have Phalo, back. Joy is technically his dog, but Phalo was mine before we were even together." I sighed, torn between wanting my beloved pet back and not creating unnecessary tension with Mew.

Heidi chimed in, her brow furrowed with concern. "Why don't you just shoot Mew a message and ask if you can go pick up Phalo?" she suggested. "It seems like a reasonable request, and it's your pet after all."

"I wish it were that simple," I sighed. "I know Mew, and I'm afraid this is going to end in another argument or conflict between us, and I really don't want it to." The idea of confronting Mew about Phalo tugged at my stomach.