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Sylvia was a fascinating person. She was dedicated to her work and detailed in her approach. She also treated me with respect despite being newly hired as her supervisor, and she skillfully guided me through the company’s policies and procedures.
Sylvia had been a huge help in many ways, especially since I was not the social type and had kept my distance from most of the beam. But with her support, I began to build stronger relationships, and the whole company atmosphere felt great.
Perhaps because she was too obvious about it, the officestarted gossiping about us. They spread numors about how perfect we were for each other, claiming we were just too shy to acknowledge reelings
Sylvia even once teased me about their gossip, saying, “They we’re perfect for each other and can’t wat in see us together, What do you think, Hudson?”
I did not know how to respond and chose to remain silent. After sering my traction, Schia quietly returned to her work.
Having been used to the convenience of Adenville, moving to the less developed Carzenia let me feeling somewhat displaced I could not pinpoint exactly what I was missing, but my thoughts often dried to my marriage with Selena. I wondered if we would have been happy if Zion had not entered the picture.
But there were no “what–its” in reality.
*Sylvia, my divorce with Selena isn’t talyer,” I told her resignedly. She clearly had something to say, but when our eyes met, she fell silent, disappointment evident in her expression.
Twas unsure if she understood my meaning, but could not handle the idea of starting a new relationship while my previous one had not properly ended, thad my principles and did not want to rush from one relationship to another.
After that conversation, Sylvia never mentioned the tople again, and the office gossip about us died down. At least, I never heard any more relationship speculation about us in my presence
During my first month there, I gradually adjusted to lite in Carzonia. I got used to its slower pace, the quietness, the empty streets after 1000 pen, and the solitude of living in a
Sometimes I resented being an orphan. People said home was the ultimate haven, but that no family and friends–no parents comfort or family’s care. Being alone was truly lonely
Other times,
grateful for not having a family because the pain of my divorce was mine to bear still, a hurt like hell.
Later, our compey landed a major project, and we celebrated with a party. The company covered all expenses at the upscale venice, and everyone was having a great time—except
That night, Sylvia got completely drink. I could not understand why she drank so much, but could only watch as she knocked back drink after drink.
Perhaps out of curiosity, everyone lushied that 1 should be the one to take the intoxicated Sylvia home. With no other choice, I ended up helping her back. Her face was flushed red from alchal, and she made several trips to the bathroom along the way
