KIA
Once again, I find myself in this place, my gaze wandering aimlessly towards the ceiling. The words my father shared with me last night keep replaying incessantly in my mind. Who could possibly offer a solution to the dire situation our company is facing? My father mentioned it was a friend of mine, but I can't help but suspect it might be someone influential and affluent. I don't have any wealthy friends. Who could this mysterious savior be?
As I pondered these thoughts, my phone suddenly sprang to life with a vibrating alert.
It's a text message from Miaree. She wants to take me shopping today at her favorite store. She has an uncanny knack for timing her gestures perfectly. I need to inform her that our company crisis has been resolved. I promptly returned home and prepared mysel
