Ethan finished speaking and swiftly exited the office, his presence fading like the last rays of dusk.
Thalassa's smile, a mere whisper on her lips, dissolved into the air, leaving behind a gaze heavy with unspoken sorrows.
Only she knew the painful truth hidden within her heart - she and Lysander were like parallel lines in a geometry book, never destined to meet.
Thalassa had completed all the previous tasks, and now, as she officially started her work, she found herself with little to do.
Seated before her computer, she felt adrift in a sea of boredom, the hours stretching out like an endless prairie.
In the afternoon, her lull was broken by Ethan's return, bearing new instructions.
"Thalassa, we are launching a campaign for our latest smartphone. There's a shoot scheduled at six at the ad agency's studio. I need you to deliver the prototype," Ethan instructed.
"Sure thing," Thalassa replied, her voice a mixture of obedience and zeal.
With a burst of newfound energy, she grabbed the sleek new device and hailed a cab to the ad agency.
Inside the studio, the air buzzed with artistic fervor. Photographers fiddled with lighting, makeup artists painted faces with the precision of Renaissance painters, and the set crew choreographed the space with practiced ease.
Unnoticed, Thalassa entered the scene, her presence blending into the whirlwind of activity like an invisible ghost.
If she remained ignored, unable to pass on the prototype or convey Mr. Ethan's specific instructions, particularly emphasizing the phone's camera capabilities, she would fail in her mission.
Clearing her throat, she announced, "Hello everyone, you all seem incredibly busy. I'm Thalassa from Crawley Electronics, Mr. Ethan's assistant. I've brought the new smartphone prototype for today's shoot."
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