7. WiFi
To describe the amount of energy required to reciprocate our connection would call for master electricians to withdraw from their professions, for every millisecond of a 168 hour week measuring the voltage of our unified heart beat while our magnetic field increases, knowing that there is no known limited peak, intensifies our reach at defining each level of Heaven's frequency, having this insightful awakening magnifies our growth, regulates our kinetic waves, stimulating our motion, electrifying moments are the pulse for our current devotion, multiple signals radiate from the towers of our mind, notifying the speed of light to always stay on time, the internal ore that fuels our course without crossing any lines, energizes the way we emphasize our desire to intertwine, harnessing such love, a task for the elect, illuminating countless stations, a bulb with continuous projection, starting with a static, we had to troubleshoot, to ensure an automatic flow of an ogape kind of boost, like windmills gaining momentum from natural existence, every turn we make destroys resistance, we are significant, eternal energy momentarily sharing an everlasting experience, no need to recharge, our hearts are sincerely powered, to get where we are requires an infinite alliance, the simplicity of our blueprint, too advanced to duplicate, an electrifying love maneuvering sets the pace for the newest age
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.