Yesterday, she had sprained her foot. I don’t even know if she’s feeling alright today. It’s her first day at the office, and as much as I’d love for her to join me at mine, I can’t force her. This is her choice, her journey.
When I walked into the room, there she was, standing by the mirror. There was something in her eyes—maybe a touch of nerves, or a flicker of uncertainty. But then, in her reflection, I saw her standing there, looking so incredibly beautiful. I don’t know why, but there’s something about women in office attire that adds a different kind of grace. She looks like a goddess in traditional dress, but today, she looks… powerful. Boss-like. There’s an energy around her that I can feel from here, and it pulls me in. Before I know it, I’m making my way over to her, catching her glance in the mirror.
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