Close to Impossible

Mackenzie walked inside her new office, and was stunned at how beautiful it looked. It was large, by her standards, but compared to most of the offices she had seen here in the Axford Furniture Company, she realized it was more on the medium side.

There is a couch next to the wall, which looked very comfortable to sit on, and even sleep in.

Not that she planned to sleep during work, or spend all-nighters in the office. There’s a door that led off into the restroom.

She moved to her desk to look over the stack of sketch pads where she can do her designs, since she preferred to do them manually than digitally.

Her eyes spot some pink flowers that looked incredibly familiar. Pink Camilla flowers. The beautiful petals were blooming in their vase, under the sunlight streaming in from the window. She narrowed her eyes, as it suddenly clicked.

The flowers, always being wherever she went.

Her home in North Dakota. Her apartment in Greensville. Now, her office. She could not understand how she