Pacing The Halls
My manager was following us down the hall like a scared puppy. He made an effort to smile broadly, but it came out as strained and artificial. My father took the lead, walking with assurance and intent. We were in the starring parts, and it seemed like a parade. I couldn’t help but become a little excited about what was coming up.
Pacing The Halls
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Whispered Encouragements
Claudia looked up from her desk and gave us a reassuring look as we passed the marketing department. ‘Go get him,’ she muttered, leaning in and giving a small fist pump just for good measure. It was a quiet applause that lifted my spirits just enough. I felt like I had a team behind me in our small office drama thanks to her subtly encouraging words.
Whispered Encouragements
