I was walking down the street with a bottle of soda, my feet moving with a rush I hadn't felt in a long time. My heels clicked against the pavement, one after the other, with a rapid, sharp click.
I hadn't fallen asleep, but I had relaxed a little too much before leaving home for the office. Finally, I reached the door, and the security guard greeted me with a slight smile, which somehow seemed sad. I frowned and straightened up to ask him,
"Is everything alright?"
He shook his head. "Miss Sofia, you should come in."
Those words made me feel nauseous. I felt like the world was about to collapse on top of me, and I didn't even know what was going on yet. I entered the office with a touch of impatience and uncertainty about what was happening that even the guard was in such a mood.
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