An adventure of the unknown
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He sits on his couch, half covered in a blanket and surrounded by his cats—only two at the moment. Phone in hand, he types while occasionally glancing up at the TV. It’s on mostly for the background noise but it still catches his attention when the colors suddenly flash or the music changes.

An adventure of the unknown

He sits on his couch, half covered in a blanket and surrounded by his cats—only two at the moment. Phone in hand, he types while occasionally glancing up at the TV.

It’s on mostly for the background noise but it still catches his attention when the colors suddenly flash or the music changes.

When he refocuses back on what he’s doing on his phone he sees that there is still no reply. No bouncing dots. Nothing.

Frustrated, he chews the inside of his mouth. His teeth fit into the grooves of his flesh from abusing his cheeks in this fashion for so long.

It’s a bad habit he knows but he can’t help it—especially not now.

His phone vibrates in his hands and he almost jumps.

The first line of text lights up on his screen and takes the moment to glance from side to side—suddenly nervous despite getting what he wanted.

The cat closest to him—a thin and goblin-like tuxedo cat—looks up with a curious face. It’s as though she’s reminding him to get back to business.

His other cat is dead asleep so she can’t give him any sass. He pets the small cat at his side and distracts himself for just a second longer.

Then he sucks a breath in and opens the lock screen on his phone. The message, just a few lines long, gives him relief along with something else. Anxiety of a new brand.

“Mr. R we have read your resume and carefully considered what direction we would like to take this project in. We are pleased to tell you that you seem to be a good match for our team.

What time is good to call you for a secondary interview?”

A secondary interview? He thinks.

It took practically all of his courage to complete the first step—is it possible for him to continue like this?

He needs it, yes, but is he prepared for the potential heartbreak of another failed project?

His thumb shakes against the screen and he turns his attention to the TV. He needs something to focus on that isn’t this dilemma. He wishes he could have a sign—some direction.

He slowly begins to type, taking small breaks to look around the room and think. When he’s done, he reads the text back before pressing the submit.

There’s no going back now.

He doesn’t know what lies ahead. It might be a huge break for him and his career or it might lead him down a path he would rather avoid.

That, he knew, was yet to be seen and he would only know by taking that first step.

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