NoTelet XXIII: Glazed love

Up on the fifteenth level of upper east side the walls of corner office 112 held an important individual. A stature tall as the 305 level building, piercing eyes the colour of golden sunset with a potholed chin dimple sat Wes Newton triumphantly. You see Wes had beaten the odds to get to this stage of his life. It was only a dream for many to own a corner office, for many who trod the journey from Iowa to downtown Manhattan. Yet still Wes with a keen eye and sharp mind had managed to beat the odds.

“Greta had it coming to her. We were both clear at the beginning of what it was”, Wes quietly muttered to himself. “Nadine, sweet Nadine, Greta’s ‘to be continued’ put up a decent fight”, he recalled. The best candidate for the job won as far as he was concerned. There was no need to brood over the losses. He fought fair and square. “It’s only work after all”, Wes from the west side tried to justify to himself.

Wes’ reverie on what a corner office represented to him was cut short by the familiar voice of his secretary. Laila was a fine spirited young lady with a unique laughter that set others off laughing with her. She was her mantra, life is to be lived, and her mantra was her. “Anything else you’d like me to do for you?”, she asked interrupting his thoughts once more. “That will be all, Laila. Have a good evening”, he replied. As she left, Wes wondered if he would ever feel carefree as she did. The glazing would have to do. Looking out from his window, head almost touching the ceiling, he wondered, yearned to experience the kind of love, genuine love Laila radiated to all those around her. Cubicle 2 wouldn’t matter one bit to the aura he felt off Laila which he was sure others felt too.