The picture in the frame held a lot of memories. Some good, some sad. Emily's tired eyes roamed over it one last time before she tossed it in the fire. It was indeed time to start afresh, and move on, thereby being invincible enough to sail throughout with a sense of solemnity, amidst all odds in the past. Before, she tossed it in fire, she was indeed perplexed about the fact of doing so, because there were a blend of emotions, which crossed her upsetting and baffled mind, but it indeed was tantalizing to such an enormous extent, that living a life would have been incredibly cumbersome. Emily relentlessly tried being at her best, however it only backfired her to the fullest, thereby drawing a feeling of worthlessness, and in turn demeaning her to the core. It's indeed taxing to get along in a manner, wherin your self respect is widely sabotaged, nevertheless, she still tried sitting through this ordeal, which she didn't even deserve to come across. Apart from that, there has been both joyous and proud moments as well, which she never denied, but the ugly ones would undoubtedly supercede the blissful ones. She was great at her work, and a very quick learner indeed, she started her journey from a junior copywriter, and in turn rose to be the creative head of one the most promising campaign's visioned by the organisation. She was an ardent learner of distinct techniques and ideas, and was always at the forefront in terms of execution, thereby making her organization immensely proud of her, in terms of both market character and revenue generation. She was doing...