Minutes and seconds stretched like an elongated elastic. Ever slow, as I waited.
"Who do you want me to read? I remember asking him and five minutes later that stretched like a year, he was yet to say something.
My legs were beginning to hurt, my waist ached. Never have I ever regretted why I didn't take his offer to sit than in that moment.
Taking the seat now would dent everything I've accomplished in the last… how long has it been since I stormed through those glass doors.
As if on cue, the LED timer in the left side of his office read 12:00.
Running the numbers in my head, I was able to approximate my time since I
entered his office to close to 40 minutes and counting.
All that time and he is yet to be convinced that I'm the real deal. That his company needs me.
Maybe I'm overreaching, a gift like mine was an advantage and in this competitive world, every advantage counts.
