Lisa’s Silent Support
Lisa, the receptionist, looked up from her computer as we moved through the office. Her gaze shifted between my dad and myself, displaying a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment. Then she gave me a quiet thumbs-up, as though she were involved in some covert endeavor. With her sly smile, Lisa’s small move felt like a silent triumph. She looked more attentive than ever as she went back to her screen.
Lisa’s Silent Support
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My manager stood there like a deer in headlights when we eventually arrived at his office. His customary confidence vanished as he stammered over his comments upon realizing who was beside me. He stumbled, “Uh, hi there,” and clumsily held out his hand to my dad. Seeing him writhe like that was strange, particularly when he could hardly shake hands properly. I could tell my dad was aware of my manager’s nervousness, but he stayed composed and kind.
Flustered Greetings
