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“Thank you, my love. You make everything brighter.” Once she was settled with her crayons again, I returned to the laptop. I carefully composed a brief, professional cover letter, highlighting my background, skills, and willingness to learn. I made sure to mention my experience managing multiple priorities, leading small projects during my internship, and my motivation to return to finance.

After only four days of not meeting Sazkia's behavior, Sazkia's behavior made him even more interested. "So curious" "OK. I thank God I won " "Is it true?" Sazkia nodded. She unzipped her bag and took the document keeper containing the award certificate which She kept there and handed it to Wildan. Wildan received a red paper and opened it. His eyes widened perfectly when he saw the beautiful writing of Sazkia's full name as the first winner of the national Student Scientific Work competition and received a total prize of fifty million rupiah.

On that note, he drafted an application letter, which was more of an apology letter. He stated that he needed the job badly because he had a family to take care of. He concluded the application with a sympathetic story. (… Do recall your assurance that I am free to reapply. Presently, my children are at home. I cannot afford to send them back to school because of my predicament. Yours truly, Bruno Angus.) Thereafter, he sent the application to the dedicated email address and walked into the house after concealing his stress.

I said, presenting him with the neatly printed document. Sebastian accepted the resume and invited me to take a seat. As he perused the details, he inquired about my qualifications, aspirations, and what I hoped to accomplish as his assistant and secretary. Each question was met with thoughtful responses, as I spoke from my heart. "I strongly believe in working great with you, Sebastian, will not just foster my professional advancement but also nurture personal growth. Being a part of your team, embracing your vision, and gleaning wisdom from your guidance are my aspirations. I am resolute in giving my utmost and adding value to the triumph of your business," I expressed, maintaining composu

Then I write a new one. Dear Admissions Committee, This is a great news. Thank you for selecting me as one of your students. I am ready to move on to the next step of the admission process. Please let me know what paperwork or deposits are required. Best regards, Lyssa Zeta My thumb hovers over as I hit the send button.

Drake had been in here, but he hadn’t been near the vanity. With trembling fingers, I pulled them out and unfolded them. They weren't notes from Drake. They weren't threats from the "Unknown" caller. I gasped as my eyes skidded over the documents. On top was a high-gloss, official-looking Acceptance Letter from the Real Escuela de Arte in Madrid, Spain. It was addressed to me, dated only two days ago. Beneath it was a thick Visa Application packet, already partially filled out with my personal details, and a printed Flight Itinerary from Iberia Airlines.

POV: Ava The fluorescent lights of the library’s basement level hummed with a low, taunting vibration that mirrored the buzzing in my head. I stared at the manila envelope resting on the scarred mahogany table, my name written across it in the Dean’s sharp, clinical cursive. Formal Review of Scholarship Eligibility.

I might like this guy if only he’s a real professor, and he didn’t come to the review center for me. I kept quiet, tired as hell to squabble with him. Finally, we arrived near the condominium building. I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door of the car. “You’re going on the field trip, aren’t you?” he asked. Shifting my eyes back to him, I said, “I will try my best. Don’t misunderstand it. I wanted to come, not because I am excited about spending more time with you. It’s for the recommendation letter.” “I like realistic women,” he said, chuckling. “Then, goodluck. Do your best to persuade your boss.”

He read through it not looking for anything specific, just reading, in the way you read something when you're trying to locate the moment a situation became different from what you intended. Her handwriting on the paper forms was small and precise. The section asking for personal motivation had a one-sentence answer. *To create financial stability during an uncertain period.* Honest, direct, no performance in it. He had read it once eighteen months ago and processed it as confirmation that she was a practical arrangement. Tonight it read like something else. A person being straightforward in a document that most people used to tell someone what they wanted to hear.

I put my hands up in a plea. “This is my dream. My future. I have worked so hard, done everything right, deprived myself of so many things just for today,” I rushed, but made sure my words were clear enough. Honest enough for him to see my desperation. “Please,” my voice shook slightly. He exhaled. "Fine.” I breathed out happily. I quickly handed him my file. " Thank you.” I waited anxiously for him to assess the document. It contained my academic activities, my grades, and projects I had participated in and won.