You office series# 1
"I love her so much, It physically pains me to imagine a life without her, I feel like I won't survive a single second, without her. I feel I am drowning and only she could save me, But here I am, drowning without her, and she'...
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I place my palm on the side of my neck and massage the knot forming on the muscles.
I took the getting back on track with the team too seriously. Just few more project reviews and I think I would be ready to be assist in a project.
While craning my neck to soothe my aching muscles, my eyes fall on the empty desk next to me and I resist the urge to smile or grin more accurately.
Mahib took that intern— Ozge out of here and I am so relived.
My day started really well after getting rid of her.
And then Ali came by my desk to inform me that I can collect my first salary from the accounts department while leaving.
I flip my diary to the last page and make a list of what I am going to do with that money.
First thing I want to do is save, so I will save one quarters and then later invest it by buying gold. For future investments. A safe play always.
Then with my rest of money, I will go to shopping and finally buy new clothes for my daughter. Since ten months all she had worn was charity clothes or few occasional gifts from Mrs. Muqaddes.
And of course her milk formula and diapers. I think I might just spend all the money for my daughter.
"You look happy."
I pause filling the paper cup with water hearing Eman walking in the pantry.
"Yes." I reply. "I got my first salary today."
Eman raises her brow slightly and smiles. "You must be feeling proud of yourself."
I sigh, taking a sip of the water. "Not yet. When I will do something that will contribute to a project, I think then I will be proud."
"But you should also be proud of what you have accomplished so far." Eman grabs a cup and starts the coffee machine. "Any plans then?"
I nod. "I will go shopping for Noor."
She smiles. "And not for yourself?"
I shake my head. "If my daughter is happy then so am I."
Eman looks at the coffee dripping in the cup. "Sometimes I find it very weird when I hear you say my daughter. It still feels like you are the same Manar who I used to sit in the garden of our university and talk about latest gossips or just....talk."
My smile dims down. "Time changes everyone."
She nods. "It does."
I step near her. "What about you?"
"What about me?" She picks up the cup from the machine.
"How is your life going?" I ask carefully. "How is Zaviyar?"
