Pep Talk?

For the first time over the past few weeks, Andre found himself in a position where his intentions were in question. No office project irrespective of the amount of money it earned him had ever made him as excited as he had been preparing this position for Clara.

But the unforgettable look in her eyes didn't nearly match his excitement, pouring cold water instead on the fire which had been burning fiercely in him, putting a halt to the thrill of doing things he'd thought would make her happy behind her back.

Was he missing something? Wasn't this what she had always wanted?

The beauty of rhetorical questions was that they never answered themselves, and lacking the patience to discover the cause of the problem later, Andre halted in the middle of the hallway and like Clara had done that morning, turned to the opposite direction and took brisk steps towards the elevator, the white jacket which made a clean outline of his wide shoulders flying as he took long calculated strides, the