Sense of Belonging

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"You did this?" I asked, still in disbelief at the sight in front of me. "Well, I didn’t make it myself," Emerson replied with a shrug. "I just gave them an idea of the office you wanted, the colours you loved, and let them pick a design to surprise you. So, tell me... do you like it?" "Do I like it?" I spun around, taking in the entire room. "I love it! You know how much I love orange and purple, my favourite colours,” “ just like the woman," he teased with a wink. I smiled at him, warmth spreading through me. "I love it," I said, as my fingers trailed over the bookcases and the desk. There was something about the way it had been put together—stylish, but also cosy and inviting. I walked towards the large window and looked outside. The lush garden stretched out before me, vibrant wit

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