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Another meeting I have to attend. But the fact it is with Zahir, I am not going to make a fuss about it. I like being with him as I have told myself already and I think even if I am going to be tired after it, it is pleasant.

The path is wide and serene. The spotless floor reflects the base of my sandals as I take long strides towards my husband's cabin.

I am greeted by an employee on the way. Like always, I pass the person a small smile.

I keep the file close to my side, my fingers gripping it tightly. My step falls upon the brightness spreading over the floor, entering through the glass walls of the building.

It is like molten gold spreading over the shiny surface of the floor. How pretty it looks after the rain has fallen. I miss the smell of wet soil.

I tug a strand of my hair behind my ear when my shoulder collides with someone and I stumble on my butt.

My palms are pressed badly against the surface of the floor and my butts hurt. I hiss under my breath as