By the time Ann Nolan had everything packed up, it was already lunchtime.
She had asked her assistant to deliver her belongings to the trunk of the car downstairs before the lunch rush.
She hadn't brought much with her when she arrived, and she was leaving with hardly any more.
Some things she couldn't bear to discard, such as group photos, medals, certificates… she took them all with her.
TR was the company she joined in her second year of postgraduate studies, and this job was her first.
This place had witnessed her growth.
Arriving had been tough, having fought through five levels and slain six generals, with written exams and interviews, before she entered this top ten enterprise in Landon.
Leaving didn't seem as hard, wanting to leave meant leaving.
Ann tied her long hair up, leaving it in a loose ponytail.
