Lara gazed out the airplane window, mesmerized by the breathtaking tapestry of colors that stretched out below. "So beautiful," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "I never realized my America would look like this from up here."

She leaned back against the seat, a sense of peace washing over her.

An elderly woman seated beside her observed Lara with a kind smile. "Going alone, dear?" she asked gently.

Lara, eager to impress, replied confidently, "Yes, I'm going for a business trip," her voice brimming with pride.

The old lady nodded, her eyes twinkling with admiration. "Business trip at this age, you sure are talented then," she complimented.

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Lara beamed with satisfaction. Just as she was about to bask in the glow of her accomplishment, her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her reverie.

A cold wind seemed to blow through her mind, leaving her frozen in shock.

"Dear, are you okay?" the old lady asked, noticing Lara's sudden change in demeanor.

Lara's mind raced, a million thoughts swirling within her.

"I forgot to send my details only my name," she realized with a jolt.

"But there's no point in worrying now," she thought to herself. "I'll figure it out when I reach there I have their E-mail so just relax."

With a sigh, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. "Let's just sit back and relax," she whispered to herself. "My Dream and My Manager..."

And with that, Lara drifted off to sleep, her worries temporarily forgotten.