VLADIMIR’S POV
They say time heal, but time was doing nothing to me. I decided to take my mind off it. I transitioned my energy back to my work. I spent days on my chair working. Some days I never left the office. I devised working hard as a good coping mechanism. Once again, our stocks skyrocketed. Sometimes, the greedy voice in me would reason, “maybe the separation was worth it” but my mental health begged to differ.
I had gotten a new secretary, she was good and competent but she wasn’t still Ayala.
One day, an application was sent to my office. I never saw the need to open it. Finally, I decided to open it, it was for an art sponsorship. It made me remember her, Ayala.
Ayala had given into art all of a sudden, a part of her , I never thought she would follow through with. Ayala had become an instant wonder. It was not suprising, her art was beautiful. I was not so much into art but when I saw good art, it was difficult not to acknowledge it. I did. I acknowledge it, she deserved
