I cleared my throat, wanting attention, and said, "I am going to the company to sort some documents before the meeting; then I will be on my way now." Phew, there I said it—an obvious lie. Grandfather nodded, and I walked to the main door, only to see the driver and my secretary, Rodger, along with bodyguards already waiting for me. Hah, that's right. Who am I kidding? . I gave the key to the driver as he opened the car door for me; I sat in the car without a question. As soon as the engine started, the secretary started briefing my schedule. I couldn't help but listen to him. A few minutes later, I arrived at the city's tallest building, EMBERLYN. I am the sole heir of the Emberlyn Group, Emir Emberlyn. Within a blink of an eye, I was already in the meeting room; the meeting was about the new theme that should be implemented to make more money from Hotel Emberlyn. We discussed the annual report and staff requirements. Everyone shared their ideas, but they were not special or unique; they were the same as before. I stood resting my palms on the table in the middle of the meeting. I calmly said, "I will give you all two weeks time; give me mind-blowing ideas, not this trash." I walked out of the room, leaving the room silent.
The meeting room was utterly silent and cold; everyone sat there until Mr. Emberlyn went out of frame, but an intern stood up soon after he left and went out of the room, holding her mouth as she was nauseous. Team leader Oler remarked, "Ms. Rozenva tends to feel nauseous in high-pressure environments; a bit of fresh air will do her good." Everyone in the meeting room nodded in agreement, as they were aware that she was the favored hire, granted special access to all significant events just one month after her recruitment. events just one month after her recruitment.
I wanted to clear my mind after all the nonsense I heard in the meeting, so I went to the terrace to get some fresh air. As I looked down, I saw people rushing to their jobs and schools. Observing their hectic lives, I let out a sigh. Suddenly, I heard someone mumble, "Why is everyone in such a hurry to finally go to their graves?" The voice struck me as profoundly sad. Why did I feel such sadness in it when I couldn't even connect with my own feelings? I quickly turned around to locate the person who had spoken those words, only to find no one there. I rushed toward the door but couldn't catch a glimpse of them.
Feeling disappointed, I walked down the steps to my office when a thought struck me: everything I truly desire seems to be taken away from me, either by my grandfather or by fate. That's how my life has always been. As I approached my office, I saw Rodger standing there with another dozen files, and I smiled. Yes, this life has its upsides too.