POV: AkaydaSix months later...I stopped in front of the glass doors and looked at the name written across them.JORDAN CONSULTING.For a few seconds, I didn't move. I just stood there with my handbag hanging from my shoulder, staring at those two words as if they belonged to someone else.Then I smiled.My company. My name. My dream.Mine.I slowly pushed the glass door open and stepped inside.The office was quiet this early in the morning. The lights were already on, and the soft sound of the air conditioner filled the reception area.It wasn't a huge office.There were no marble floors or expensive chandeliers. No wall sized screens or fancy reception desk.It was simple.Clean.Professional.And every part of it had been chosen by me.I still remembered the first day I signed the lease. My hands had been shaking so badly that I had almost dropped the pen. I had stared at the contract for several minutes before signing it because a part of me couldn't believe I was actually doing
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