ELIZABETH'S POV
Rushing makes work more difficult, efficiency on the other hand gives the opposite.Me being me hates one and love the other,the latter being the one I love made me presumably slow at my first day of work,the old woman from the interview day assigns jobs to certain people and it's done in a blink of an eye while I have been struggling to arrange an appointment with the newest and youngest surgeon in the city on behalf of someone whose name and identify is unknown to the me.
I constantly delete and retype the words in hope of finding the best suitable attractive one to grab the attention of the reader and acceptance since his patient identity would not be disclosed.
"Miss George, I must say,you are indeed in-effecient and very slow"
I had heard the old woman grumble behind me and with the look on her face, I just turned a bit to eye her. I knew this,people complain a lot about actions of others that didn't concern them in turn misleading the the person thereby he'd be the victim. I
grew up learning not to lean and listen to people too much and just be the best I can be.
My appearance today had improved so as my confidence,her gaze shifted annoyingly between my face and laptop making me wonder how she got in here so silently and without my hearing sense picking up
No conversation was held between all employees,no one made any sort of eye contact.They just asked whatever they wanted to staring at anything other then the receivers face and left,no whispers, chatting, unnecessary movements and they all looked like multi billionaires themselves.
It was very and too silent to be called an organization with millions of employees worldwide. Even the cleaners looked like they rolled directly from a fashion magazine and the worth of one toilet could buy off three prominent companies I'm the most developed country. In the long run, the appointment was fixed to next week's Wednesday.I was off to deliver the message to the old woman when I cross paths with woman in maybe her early thirties being dragged by a group of twelve well built men all dressed in black and shades.
She was trembling and shaking,scared to take another step as I could see blood gushing out of her whole body.
She had been beaten. I concluded
Abruptly and unconsciously my feet stopped and our eyes met,I choked on invisible air and held back the bike coming up from my throat,my body swayed and I had to lean onto the wall to stable myself.Then I looked up to find those deep black blood dripping eyes filled with vulnerability and plea. Kinesics communication took place within those few seconds,when I looked back deep into those pitiful eyes,the message came.
She needed help,whatever she was being punished for she wasn't guilty,she had people weeping for her and on the verge of death because they thought she's gone. She kept her eyes fixed on mine even as she was dragged with blood flooding the whole space she occupied.Decoding of a message is paramount in any communication.This,I have been able to do because the human eyes sometimes gives away what the whole body want to cover. Encoding...
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RomanceIf only he knew that the time he always called the best wouldn't come, maybe ,just maybe his actions would have been better or yet the best ever and not let the one he has come to love,be vulnerable to, slip past him like early morning dust and just...
