She sits here, adjustung her spectacles as she peers into the desktop, Fine red fingers wrapped around the mouse sitting on the wooden brown desk.
"Bang!" The gunshot startles her and she jerks. She sighs... It's not a gunshot, its just a banging sound. Her over-thinking was kicking in again, her "Spillberg senses" she called it. The over-imagination that made her life crazy but made her a wonderful story teller... One that will make her a greater filmmaker in a few years to come.
Breathe in...out... In... Out slowly...
The act that calms her, her heartbeat finally slows down. Oxygen was to her anxiety, as inhaler was to asthma.
The voices in the background are vague,
"Hahahahaha" they laugh
She wonders when she will begin to enjoy the environment like them after 3+ years of being there... But she's getting out soon, so she doesn't need to acquaint much. She just needs to do her job and earn her pay for a few months before she bounces.
So here she sits, in her cool, corner piece office, looking into the computer. Stealing from corporate time to pursue her dreams and major cash for a minute.... Her fortune...
Making research on the next big thing... The next hit thing... Digging into her roots and making findings... Discoveries about herself and her work... Enlightenment... The final phase before Greatness!!!
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