I realized we had reached his office building. I thanked the driver and stepped out. It was like nostalgia had hit me hard. I remember coming here at his demand. Those days..
"Ms. I will take your belongings and submit them to the reception you can go." He said and I nodded. I had some files, a box of things that I had on my work station back there.
I turned to the building. The name again stood out Walizada's, it itself intimidated me like always. Shaking my head, I walked inside to the reception.
Like always the place smelt of office, coffee, polish, sleekness and determination. Determination to do better, to thrive for better.
"Hello. How may I help you?" The young receptionist sat behind the desk with a professional smile.
"I have been transferred to this branch from Wali Hou
