I have never begged anyone to stay,
But I said please that day.
We can work this out.
I have never prayed for anything so badly,
but I remember begging the universe that if it could hear me somehow,
all I want is a chance to make it work.
'I can't'...
Tossing, turning Struggled through the night with someone new And I could go on and on, on and on Lantern, burning Flickered in the night, for only you But you were still gone, gone, gone In losing grip On sinking ships You showed up just in time
-Taylor Swift
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Boston, Massachusetts.
Perched at the top of a multi-story building, I immerse myself in the breathtaking sight of the city's modern elegance and functionality as it unfolds before me.
For me, stepping into Boston is like entering a living history book. Every street corner whispers stories of the past, a memory, a moment in time I once lived, from the historic sites along the Freedom Trail to the ivy-covered walls of prestigious universities like Harvard, where I once studied.
But the city is more than just a relic of the past. It's a vibrant cultural hub pulsing with energy and creativity. Its diverse neighborhoods offer a rich tapestry of experiences, from the chic boutiques of Newbury Street to the diverse eateries of the South End. Art galleries, theaters, and music venues abound, showcasing the talents of local artists and performers.
Sports fans flock to the city like pilgrims to a sacred shrine, drawn by the fervent passion that permeates the city's sports culture. Whether it's cheering on the Red Sox at Fenway Park, chanting "Let's go Celtics!" at the TD Garden, or celebrating another Patriots victory at Gillette Stadium, the spirit of competition runs deep in the veins of every Bostonian...this was my life for several years.
As I look out from the floor-to-ceiling windows of the conference room, located within the headquarters of my mother's pharmaceutical company, a wave of nostalgia washes over me, as it often does. With a deep breath, I pivot, taking in the sight of my sister seated at the far end of the table, her legs elegantly crossed beneath the transparent glass surface, her back against the conference chair while she browses through her tablet.
Clad in a striking monochrome attire consisting of a slightly sheer top, slacks and knee-high jacket, all accentuated by vibrant red and white Louboutin heels-she exudes an aura of command, a testament to her success as a businesswoman with her own Real Estate company. While Rhea may have little personal interest in the pharmaceutical sector and all things related, she recognizes its significance as part of our family's legacy, and consequently, her own responsibility. Our mother has been unequivocal in conveying this shared obligation to us both.
Taking my seat across from her, I cross one leg over the other, resting my ankle on my knee, and pull out my phone to send Sienna a quick text while we wait for the meeting to begin, eager to hear about her progress in finding a new car
'So nothing's caught your attention yet?' I type and send.
'Well, I did like the first car I saw... but it's quite pricey. Right now, we're looking at an Audi RS Q8, and I really like it too... but the day is young, and I want to keep an open mind and explore more.' I respond.
