Looking out from the window of the twentieth floor of my workplace.All I have achieved can
easily be seen from Fort Worth spread out below.The tall building and moving cars were
evidence of the vast achievement and the empire I had founded with Leewen Oil & Gas Limited
was tangible proof.My office ,at 2901 West 7th Street,could be described as my power house
and I ,Alexander Smith ,dominated my domain with strong will ,expertise and an a firm resolve.I
have already achieved my dream at age forty- five,money,everyone's respect and a beautiful
woman as a wife who was my backbone and foundation.I felt a little ache of missing link when I
observed the building when the Texas sun struck it.A little flaw in my seemingly perfect life.
The intercom on my desk produced a loud sound when it rang."Mr.Smith, your 10 a.m. schedule
is time.Angela Taylor,the new Confidential Secretary from Human Resource." Her tone was
polite ,but I could perceive she was a bit frightened by my status.I Spoke like a commander in
control ,and I said "Send her in,"I turned away from the window and my eyes goes through the
symbols of my success: my diploma,awards,and a signed baseball.They were all reminders of
my past achievements.The building process seemed to have slept off my hand.I had lost touch
with it.
The nagging emptiness briefly removed ,to be replaced by the pure undiluted joy of a
keen mind at work.She walked in,as the door opened.Angela Taylor was younger than I
expected.She looked hopeful and young, probably,twenty - five years ,a look that had
not been masked by the corporate world yet.She held onto a leather notebook firmly like
a shield."Mr.Smith,it is a real honour to meet you ,Sir,"She said,sounding a bit nervous
but also determined.I am excited to work with you sir and equally learn from you Sir."As
I answered,"Let hope to achieve great results as we work together as a team,equally learn in the process. I suggested she take a seat.I started observing her as we started
going over the quarterly reports analysis.She asked viable questions that went beyond
mere understanding ,her intelligent quotient is cutting edge and sharp.She spotted
trends and possible errors without any issue.It was cool.
The screen displayed Gloria's picture which I snapped of her laughing in our garden
when the phone rang.Her face was the hallmark of kindness and moral character.It left a
voicemail for me when I missed her call.I would definitely call call her back .Recently
due to the activities in my office ,the call felt like a task on a checklist because of all that
had characterized by the issue I was battling with in my life.I neglected the idea by
returning my attention to Angela ,my number one project of concern in my front and the
fruitless world of statistics and predictions,disregarding the concept.
The loneliness haunted the back of my limousine as it followed me home later that
night.The Tanglewood housed a treasure of understated wealth .Gloria wore her reading
glasses perched on her nose while she was surrounded by leaflets for a new youth
refuge that her group was supporting in the living room.She still had a true interest in
me despite the passage of time as evidenced by her smile when she asked," How was
your day,Alex?"I answered with the words " I was busy since morning" as a defence.
I could smell the Jasmine perfume when I bent down to kiss her forehead.She still shows
genuine interest in me despite her work.
"The new secretary was intelligent and got started right away. Gregory Taylor's
daughter, Angela, who has soft eyes, said, "Gregory must be so proud," adding, "Alex,
have patience with her." The corporate world might be a jungle for a young woman. Myown hardened attitude felt like a criticism of her sincere and undiluted empathy. I
nodded since I couldn't think of a concise statement. My conflict centered around the
fact that I was the king of the jungle, and she felt pity for me.
I poured myself a scotch, using the amber fluid as an immediate cure. From my own
home's floor-to-ceiling window, I looked at the perfectly designed lawn with the pool
shining in the security lighting. I created this. I deserved it. I felt as if I were standing on
the brink of disaster and looking down into a hole that my fortune couldn't bridge. I had
the evil sensation that the approaching earthquake would be named, and the tremor I
had experienced in my office was becoming worse—a deep rooted problem that
seemed to shake the foundations of my existence.
Her name was Angela Taylor.