(Blake’s POV)
I was on the phone with one of the board members when the glass door opened. Samantha comes in with several folders in her hands, usually for my approval or review. She carefully stacks them on my table, arranging them according to their priority. Before she left, she placed the brown envelope at the top of all the others.
My eyes flicker on the envelope. A number and a note were written on a pink sticky note. She went out quietly after replacing my empty water bottle with a new one. I get the envelope and take a look at the drawing again.
Tara was indeed good at remembering everything. The details of her drawing were complete and precise. She could perceive the place’s reality using crayons, so I can’t imagine if she had good materials. She remembered the visual informat
