Five years later.
Seconds felt like minutes, hours felt like days, months passed like waves, and years resembled eternity. Leaves gathered on branches only to fall and wilt, forgotten on the ground. Glory was never long-lasting. A crown was a dark and lonely hat.
"Director."
Lina slowly turned at the quiet greeting. Lost in her daydreams, she sometimes forgot the responsibilities she had taken on.
"Estella," Lina greeted her secretary.
It had been five and a half years since Estella was employed by Lina. Originally, her grandfather hired Estella, but she proved to be loyal to only Lina. Because of this, Lina kept Estella by her side, and soon, a friendship blossomed.
"You're here early today," Estella commented, peering over the desk to see the untouched and empty coffee mug, uncapped pens, artists' portfolios circled, art pieces highlighted, and other miscellaneous things.
