I was in shock by the past hour. I thought about finishing my work but I still go back then. Gina hands me a newspaper:
Paul creating a new headline for today's generation.
Paul stated, 'I would create an imagery for the members of the world most especially, by giving them personal assistance and acquiring tasks to accomplish when they only feel like it. So far, I couldn't reveal anything so far because it might get declined. This offers serves a success or not, we don't know and we don't wanna challenge it.'
I felt like a person defending his claim at a court. It's like I'm almost saying that today's generation is depressed.
I looked over at my computer and finished the proposal even if it might not get accepted by Chris. At least, I made my word to the crowd who's curious. Curious, like me about everyone's mind.
I stapled the papers with the title, "I'm a part of it." I'm a part of it because I'm not alone and I gave myself dedication to the time and coordination given. I don't wanna lose my pride but I'll stuck it up and hand it over to Chris.
There I was at his floor, waiting at the door like a cleaner. Fixed upright clothes, all-shiny and clean.
"Head inside, he's waiting for you," Chris's Assistant answered the door. "He will be right here in a few moments."
"Got it, kindly tell him I got the proposal ready."
"I will take that to consideration."
I waited over one of the chairs, seems wooden. Staring above is like staring over millions of sparkling lights with all of the chandeliers positioned like a diamond. The room might seem small but once Chris called me in, it was such a big office.
"Here is the proposal."
"I'm a part of it? Why?"
"That's what I want people to say when they've done it."
"Makes sense."
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I'm a part of it
Short StoryPaul, an employee, is working a new project that tests out the capability of people. Whereas he gives them choices and challenges them into various occasions like death, pride, and fear.
