crushed dreams?
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11 Chapter Eleven; Crushed dreams?
"Just me? She asked.
"Yes, just you, the lady responded.
Everything joleen hoped wouldn't happen was about to happen. Did she get this
opportunity just to end it after one day?
Joleen followed the young lady whose high heeled shoes alerted everyone of her every
step.
Joleen was wearing a cropped top with a high waist slouchy boyfriend jeans along
with a black boot.
She followed the lady as her hands and legs trembled. She could die of anxiety before
the breaking news gets to take her out. Was it her anxiety? or how big is this place?
Because it seemed they have been walking for almost five minutes. They were in a
hallway, they passed multiple entrances which she figured were offices, but when
would they get to Mrs. Carolyn's office?
They got to the end of the hallway before the lady now took the last door that faced
the lengthy hallway. She saw a little graveled counter which seemed like an assistant's
or a secretary's office, but the lady directed her move past the mini office, into the
next entrance.
Halfway in, she saw the elegant blond haired Mrs. Carolyn. She sat behind a large L
shaped table which was made with both glass and gravel. Behind her was a wide huge
shelve high up to the ceiling which covered every space behind her, just leaving a little
space towards both ends. Mrs. Carolyn looked up at her through her glasses, her
cheek embraced a warm smile.
Oh dear, come in' she instructed her. That was so much smile for someone who
could be sending her home the next minute
Joleen was now inside the large high taste office. The building was a glass building,
she could see a little of outside from the little space after the shelf.
it was a good view; she thought.
Her gaze caught a little layout that had three plain wooden planks somehow attached
to a side wall of the office, arranged in a stepped down pattern. On one of the steps
Was a little glass box that hada golden crown secured inside it.
She figured that was their European thing. Mrs. Carolyn was from the Us but she had
married Richard Wayne, the son of Simon Wayne. Yes, king Simon Wayne, the past
king of Norway.
Dennis Wayne the popular CEO of Venus was of Royal blood. His grandfather king
Simon Wayne was the past kingof Norway and currently, his uncle King Arthur Wayne
was the king of Norway.
So, forgive Mr. Dennis Wayne for being an asshole sometimes or maybe most times.
He was born Rich, Nowa billionaire of his own, no, we are not talking about his family
wealth, and also from a royal family. All these titles might be a little much for anyone
to bear, so he only maintained sanity through Cruelty.
"Isn't it pretty?" She heard the woman ask as her attention returned to her present
nightmare.
"Yea, sure is, Joleen responded with a smile.
"Sit, Mrs. Wayne instructed.
After her last encounter with the Mr, Wayne, 'sit' wasn't such an ordinary word
anymore because the last time she heard 'sit' her life suddenly went another
direction.
YOu can have a seat, the woman repeated, seeing her reluctance.
"Yea, thanks, she responded.
She made her way to the large exquisite table and sat just across from Mrs. Carolyn.
She noticed the freshly fetched flowers placed in a verse on her table which enriched
the air.
Oh dear, Mrs. Carolyn said as Joleen took details of her face. She wore her blond hair
elegantly. long and parted by the side. Mrs. Carolyn wore glasses that seemed to be
prescribed by an eye doctor because they had no design on them, just plain.
But underneath that glasses was an expression, she wasnt sure how to label that
expression, but it wasnt a plain one.
"Dear, like I told you in the interview, I think your Designs are raw and very original..
Joleen's tear seems to almost become factual. This right here was one of those
moments when someone tries to console you first before giving you the bad neWs.
Her heart was racing. her fingers fidgeting and she could hear her heart beat clearly.
She prayed it wasn't want she was thinking, she prayed that her instinct should be
wrong
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