There are only two marks our life has, the date we are born and the day we die. And why not make every moment worthy to fulfill our greatest dreams in life rather than putting ourselves in despair of not getting up in the dust? It's only a matter o...
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I have been thinking about it and I couldn't wash it off my head. I'm considering the things that will happen when I follow his suggestion that he just wanted the best for me. Do I also want it for myself? The question lingered in my head, I couldn't even focus on my work but I still finished all the paper works I needed to do because it helps me to divert my attention. Though upon working, I suddenly froze—stared at my screen diving through deep thoughts about what I'm doing. Is this what I want to do for the rest of my life?
That I couldn't be happy with all the things I'm doing and it doesn't give the satisfaction anymore. Would it be good if I step out and put my feet on the other side of the border and experience what's outside of my comfort zone?
Would I finally seek what I really wanted?
Fifteen minutes before the work hours end, I'm still undecided. I stood up having no idea what came into my mind. I left my desk as I headed into Mr. Lang's office. Some of my colleagues didn't bother to look at me when I passed by their desks, they're busy enough to mind me.
As I went into his office, I walked straight into his secretary who's outside of his office.
"I need to talk to Mr. Lang," I started.
She narrowed her eyes on me, fixing her lopsided reading glasses. "Are you Heather Lynch?" she asked and I nodded. "Good, he's expecting you inside and he'll be leaving soon so good timing for you, dear." She smiled.
"Should I walk inside now?" I queried. Hesitating what to do next.
"Sure," she nodded quickly and guide me to the office as she opens the door for me and I search Mr. Lang and found him in the center, sitting behind his desk—talking someone over the phone but then when he notices my presence in his office, he hangs up the phone and put his attention towards me.
"Thank you, Ms. Pembroke." He nodded to his secretary.
She chuckles, "you're welcome, sir." She giggled her way out, closing the door and leaving me alone on my position.
"Please, sit here, Miss Lynch." He ordered as I went closer to his desk and slowly sit on the chair he pointed to have me. He settles his position behind the table, smoothening his coat, and straighten his posture. He places his arms on the desk as his hands folded to each other. "Did you come here to my office because you already have your decision, Miss Lynch? Did you consider my suggestion?"
I bow my head, look at my trembling hands and I couldn't say it.
"Miss Lynch, are you okay?" he asked.
I instantly raise my head to look at him and gave him a nod, "I'm okay..."
