“I
know you’ll get there, and we’ll support you all the way,” Christine says.
I
smile and say goodbye to get to work. Of course I’ll achieve my goal. Because
if I don’t, it will mean I gave up and I never give up.
I
work on his remarks which, I must admit, are mostly relevant. It’s three
o’clock when I manage to fall asleep, and the next morning I look a fright. I
arrive at the office ten minutes late and Ramona, Paul’s secretary, informs me
he asked after me.
“Thank
you for honoring us with your presence,” he says when I enter his office.
I
want to answer him impertinently and tell him it’s because of him I stayed up
most of the night, but I don’t have the strength for a confrontation today. I
opt for a civilized answer.
“I’m
sorry.”
He
looks up and stares at me, surpri
