Everyone was back from the meeting area and was in their respective seats. Ms. Rozenva entered silently and went to her seat, but she could feel everyone glaring at her with fumes in their eyes. As soon as she sat down on the chair, team leader Oler called her. She expressed her disappointment, saying, "Ms. Rozenva, I know you are not here by your talent, and not only I but everyone here knows that, so next time when you want to leave any place on your own without my permission, please come up with a better excuse or no excuse at all. I am requesting that you please refrain from informing your father or the superiors here. I don't want to lose face among colleagues here and also don't want to lose my job, so please go back to your seat." Not a single word of Mr. Oler affected Ms. Rozenva; it was as if she was deaf, but she knew all the work she does is genuine, and she puts all her efforts into every single work. Although it may seem like an excuse, every action taken by her was in response to an emergency. People only noticed how she used her connections to secure a job, but they never truly recognized her genuine efforts. Ms. Rozenva knows she is being true to herself and doesn't feel the need to prove it to the world.
In the blink of an eye, it was almost midnight. I realized I was the only person left in the office. Who in their right mind would stay this late? Everyone else has family to get home to, but not me. Surprisingly, I don't feel sad about it at all. In fact, I don't even really know what sadness is. But wait—how did I suddenly connect with the sadness of someone else? There's something within me that I can't quite understand. I know I will never find that person, yet there's still hope in my heart. I now recognize this feeling as hope—not merely a wish, but a genuine ray of hope. I desperately want to know who you are now.
I was waiting for my car in the parking lot. In the three years I've been using this service, my driver has never been late, and this was also the first time Secretary Rodger had taken a half-day leave. It all seemed so strange; I couldn't shake the feeling that someone might be planning an attack on me. While I contemplated this possibility, I suddenly heard footsteps approaching. I clenched my fist and turned around just to see a small figure wearing a fashionable bag and the company ID. It didn't take me a minute to figure out that she was an employee, and according to the color of the strip of ID, I can see she is an intern. I wasn't even at the company until now, but one of the interns stayed and continued working. What could have motivated her to stay? Perhaps she's a workaholic, or maybe her superiors are overwhelming her with tasks. I suspect the latter is more likely. I wanted to ask her about it, but she suddenly ran outside, covering her mouth.
Before I delved deeper into my investigation, my driver arrived, and I had no choice but to get into the car. As we were leaving, I noticed her trying to calm herself; she looked as if she had eaten something strange the night before. Before I could ponder any further, I realized this was the first time I had used an expression like that. Isn't it amusing? What's so funny about it?