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Hello lovelies🥀 What is your own definition of happiness? > There is no such perfect definition for "happiness", but if you find joy in small things it will create a balance in your life. It gives a tinge of contentment within me which makes my entire day.
Welcome to the chapter fifth of the story... _________________________
AVANTIKA'S POV
I reached my office and look at the infotainment system it was showing 9 am sharp. I took my Decafe Americano from car up holder with all of my office essentials and step out of my DB12 Aston Martin. After locking the car with the fob key, I headed towards my office building.
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(Avantika's Personal Car)
As soon as I entered the building foyer everybody was staring at me. But I chose to ignore it and headed towards my private elevator. As I was passing through the reception, my receptionist bid me her morning greetings and handed me a lily flower with an "I'm sorry". After bidding my greetings to her, I head towards the elevator with a blank face. I know who is behind this flower apology drama, and oh boy it's gonna take more than a flower and "I'm sorry".
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(Avantika's company- RVA Architects)
As I was waiting for the lift, somebody called me out so I turned towards the source of voice. It was a delivery guy, he handed me another lily and a small cake with an "I'm sorry" on it. Just then elevator pinged indicating that it has reached ground floor. So with that I stepped into the elevator and the guard press the top floor, 60th. I saw another lily in lift security guard's hands. When he saw me looking at the flower he handed with a polite smile and said "I'm sorry". As the lift was reaching its destination it got stopped on the 47th floor and two of the employees were entering with the same flower. So cutting the drama short, I stopped them by showing my right palm and then curled my fingers repeatedly to hand over the flowers simply. They sheepishly handed over to me and left to their work. When my gaze landed on security guard's face, there he was flashing a wide grin where I can see all of his 32 teeth. To stop the smiling contest I sarcastically forced a smile at him and said, "Now can we move? Mr. Robert!"
