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Odessa~
The building of Nova Empire looks like something crafted by divine hands. Combination of the color death and ashes, the horror of the walls playing battles to shine better. Only an Architectural firm can hold such contrast.
My workplace, after being the countries best news portal, still could not bring themselves to renew the interior design of the building. The old, shabby place is a reminder of the workplace abuse they keep handling from one generation to another. That is a story to remember for another time.
I enter the hellishly painted yet heavenly beautiful building and ask for an appointment to interview Mr. Merikh Nova.
"You did not request for an appointment, miss?" the sweet lady sitting at the help desk asks me. I smile at her, "I did, but due to some unfortunate circumstances I could not get the appointment," I shove my ID into her direction, she takes it gracefully and eyes me with great curiosity, "You received a call from them this morning." I state.
She nods and starts dialing via telephone. Her voice is low, I cannot make out what she is talking over the call. I hope it is not the security to throw me out of this place.
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"You can go in, his office is in the sixth floor, sixty sixth number room." She smiles again. So annoying!
Am I getting to that age where I find everything annoying?
I nod at her with a forced smile that conveys every kind of emotion I am trying to hide right now, which is quite the opposite of pleasant.
I cannot get enough of this place. I should've studied Architecture instead of Astrophysics. Then I wouldn't have ended up the way I did. I sigh through my nose.
The lift finally brings me to the destined floor and I am met with a very charming lady. She is just standing there. I wave my hand, "Hi? You are...?" I ask.
"Personal secretary of Mr. Nova. I am here to escort you to his office, please follow me." She says calmly. Okay, no name then. If she hadn't been standing in front of the elevator, I would've thought of her as some kind of doll. She surely looks like one, with her face and demeanor. I follow her to the office door.
She faces me, "Would you mind waiting for a minute?" and then she slips inside the door, without letting me reply.
I think I understand the theme, the building that looks so much like how I imagined hell would look like and then the behavior of its employees- very similar to demons. Am I going to have to interview the Devil now? Is this how it is?
Or is it that the Devils are just upstairs and the person inside is just a tortured puppet.
His secretary calls me inside. And I step through the door, only to be welcomed by a set of eyes that can be described as...similar to the Earth. The desert, but darker. The specks of sunlight, but with a deeper truth. Capable of burying people alive, but with the promise of warmth.
People often find solace in the tint of soil for it being so affectionate, yet they get betrayed by the piercing cold. So, I wonder what are you, Mr. Nova?