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previous day and then lose it all today again. That's how my life has been lately, and today, bein

e this. When I wake up, I don't seem to remember who I am. Th

d up my laptop to check for any new mail that I might have gotten the previous day. "Arghh, I have a

given me stress and anxiety attacks, but it was different today. The anxiety was fresh and more severe. I knew it was because I had to p

ignored her greetings and just walked on. Answering her will take u

r out of real curiosity, because I think some of the workers are

the answer she gave me

ino; how do you not know th

enough reasons why, truly, I neede

working and smart, but he had to resi

ut to my cup to take it from me. "Do you nee

istant," I spat at her, a

journey to my office. I sat in my office and took a sip of the cappu

o myself and headed to the coffee maker. I stood up in anger

onist say in a loud and clear voice. The happiness of getting the cup of coffee I wanted disappeared, followed by the reali

clock. "Why wouldn't I be told that the interview was by

I knew it was one of the appl

urriedly got off the elevator. I pushed her off me so angrily that she almost lost her balance.

zed she is a very beautiful woman wi

hat was what I was trying to figure out be

ad seen her, and my countenance changed from an angry look to a friendly one. "I am sor

n a very gentle tone. I don't think she had any idea w

and forget. The woman in front of me was from my past, which I had trie

quickly continued on my way to get the coffee and avoid becoming agitated. With the way my l

efforts down there wouldn't be wasted. "Ohhh, latte, where are you?" I said, scanning the area fo

then went to the conference, which was now used

was not impressed at all. They were all lovely ladies, but none of

to myself with my hands on my face,

was the same person I bumped into at the hall. I had no idea she came for the interview. No

ce to her and got into a conversation that

ized she was the one. I had hurt her three years ago when I wa

ng that she would do well by my side as my personal assistant. At least,

be boss was the one who gave her an unpleasant memory, and I was bent on making it up