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Chapter 9: The Man from That Night

Penulis: Jovita
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Some days later…..

The next morning, I was outside spreading my clothes on the line when my phone rang. I picked it up without checking the name.

“Hello?”

“Celina!” Fred’s voice came through, quick and breathless. “Where are you right now?”

“I’m at home,” I said, blinking, confused by the urgency in his tone.

“Good. Can you get to my office within the hour? My boss wants to meet you. You have to present…now!”

“Present what?”

“The design!” he said. “The one you sent to me last week. I showed it to my boss and he was impressed. You have to come immediately!”

For a moment, I just stood there, frozen. My heart kicked hard against my ribs. He showed it? To his boss?

Before I could even think, my body was already moving. I ran inside, tore through my small wardrobe, and pulled out the neatest shirt I owned–white, though the collar had grown soft from too many washes. I brushed it quickly, then grabbed my brown envelope of sketches and notes. My fingers trembled around it.

“This might be it,”
Jovita

Dear Reader, what would you do if the man from that night stood before you again?

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