She was 3 years older than me. She was a scholar and quite down to earth and unassuming. She'd always wear the same type of clothes, a simple plain top and plain black or brown or grey pants. She always wore flats, some of which were scruffed up and worn out. She wore no makeup and kept her hair up in a messy ponytail. She'd slouch her way around the office and cruise around in her office flip-flops. She was smart and capable.
While we were not close last time, we knew who each other was and would nod to each other as a form of greeting. Sometimes, if the setting was right, we'd exchange a few words as well.
Maybe 6 to 7 years ago, being the scholar that she is, she was pulled to a senior management role at a newly established agency. She was 2nd from the top there I think and stayed there for 3 years maybe before being pulled back to my agency.
I guess, being in top management does change you somewhat. She came back to our agency and looked different. She was slimmer and wore dresses and heels. She also wore make up, handled her hair better and generally looked sharper and more chic in her outlook. I don't even wear lipstick but she does now...haha...
And then I realised a couple of months...we don't greet each other anymore...On the rare occasions that we crossed paths, she didn't even look me in the eye when she walked past me. I did call out on one or two occasions. But I somehow didn't get a response. To give her the benefit of doubt, she might not have recognised me since I'm in glasses now, or she might not have heard me....
In any case, while her outlook has changed alot, I hope her heart and inner core is still the same...
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