When I return to the office after lunch, I feel a little calmer. If someone abuses and defames me, I’ll take action. But in the meantime, I might as well ignore the stories and keep proving myself. In any case, I am determined to work like never before.
However, when I enter my department and head to my office, I find that a surprise awaits me. A beautiful long and somewhat flat gift package is carefully placed in front of my computer. What’s this?
I look at the package with curiosity, and a little apprehension too. Images of Andrea grieving at home after the tragedy come to mind.
But I reassure myself. I mustn’t be afraid of everything, every time. Otherwise, they will have won. This gift certainly not a trap.
“Hello, Miss Davis, I see you found Mr. William’s gift.”
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