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Tangled up in Knots

Tangled up in Knots

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jun 9, 2019
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'Well, well, well, look who we have here. Late as always' a deep voice remarked. My eyes make their way up as I'm still gathering my papers on the floor. 'Oh, good morning Mr. Ahn. I'm so sorry for coming late again' 'That's what you always say Indy yet here you are again. In the floor on your knees while looking up at me' he chuckles 'are you trying something?'
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I deeply inhale and after a few seconds, exhale. Sooner or later, I'll have to return. Stalling won't help. The call gave me new strengths and lifted me back up on my feet. I can't show him the consequences he made. I have to stay strong. With newfound determination, I walk back to his office. The door is still open, so I step in and close them behind me. I finally see him behind a desk, with his head enveloped in his hands. At the sound of the door, he lifts his gaze up but lowers it back down again. I almost feel sorry for him, but the alarms in my head ring, reminding me not to get tricked. He is the one, who deceived me first. I lift my head up high and loudly start to introduce myself, formally addressing him. "Hello, I am Mia Rose, your new assistant," and extend my hand. He looks at me surprised and his smile turns into a gentle one. I think I see a speck of sadness in his eyes, but my attention is drawn to his hand. "Hello, I'm Mark Adams, a professional photographer. Nice to meet you," and shakes my hand. I notice he addresses me formally as well. His handshake is strong but still gentle. I feel like he doesn't want to let go, but soon does and sits back in his chair.

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