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Another day at the office. It’s not a great job – you’re new and you’re glad of the work but it irks you how you seem to end up with all the worst tasks.
The pay isn’t all that great but there was opportunity, a chance to learn, to grow, they said. Make the job what you wanted of it, that’s what they told you.
But so far the only thing you’ve made a lot of is tea.
So you’re not surprised when they tell you there are a load of boxes to fetch from down the hall. You go out muttering under your breath “this is the last time…” and there’s this light that stops you right in your tracks. This glow from the low afternoon sun that makes the city outside seem as if it’s on fire.
The boxes are heavy but you don’t care, you take your time, moving slowly, piling them up one by one by the office door. You let the light warm you. And when you go back inside there’s a smile on your face that won’t fade until the end of the day.
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