The secret of the bald lady translator

walked out of the large conference room. To my surprise, a familiar figure in the corridor set my heart aflutter. Clayton was standing there, tall and poise

ry scene had already unfolded in my imagination previously, when it materialized in realit

would unravel in an instant! After all, I reckoned that we were em

vin, I got a bit busy,"

w. When you have time, come over and help me with some Sanskrit translati

that he had been keeping an eye on me from outside the conference room all t

egan. As soon as I sat down, I noticed Rachel at the door, striki

all! I had already f

ately direct questions at Rachel. However, Rachel was unable to answer them. For

e translation of all identical terms and establishing a project-specific glossary. Thi

ating the project glossary. Everyone, let's work

get a word in edgewise. She could only

. I really didn't want to attend the celebration

to pack up and head back to my apartment

on!" I

e." He stood there, like a child waiting for a teacher's forgiveness, comp

smile. Nervously, I took out my phone and saw Clayton's profile picture. Was

over me. That marked our first encounter. I can only recall his eyes, so clear and bright, resembling the caress of the afternoon sun. Later, I foun

nts. That essay was rated excellent, and the teacher asked me to read it aloud as an example. But I couldn't! I couldn't imagine t

e run, which I wasn't good at. Out of spite, I gave it my all, but someone deliberately

all my grievances pou

ently placed it in my open mouth. I melted instantly,

ly vowed when I grow up,

es still shine with that warm glow,

ant, with a mature charm add

rer than in my dreams,

e thrilled to see

to on Clayto

e from the long-distance

ytail, but when

et fruit falling heavily in the autu

important place in my life. Then, Clayton still kept this photo, using it as his profile picture. Thinking of this,

ntly descended, gentle as water