Chapter 7: Gaze into future
I stared at the pair of shoes Luc had polished for me - my old shoes, the same ones I wore to the interview that was changing my life.
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But surely this can’t last forever.
Luc stood beside me, composed and graceful. The suit she’d chosen for me fit a little too well. I looked like someone important, but worse than that, someone who believed she was important.
She opened up and showed me the path to proceed with her extended hand.
"Shall we proceed?"
I nodded, mostly because I didn’t know how to argue, or think, or exist, actually.
We walked out of the dressing room and into the private elevator. The shoes clicked softly on the marble. I was so clumsy even my foot steps didn’t have steady rhythm to it. Like a jazz drummer wannabe who liked to drift in and out, unmusically. As the elevator’s doors slid shut, Luc spoke again.
"Your presence has been requested on the twelfth floor."
I felt my skin get hot.
"A me-, meeting...?"