Distant Look Yearning

On the desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers. In the middle front of the same table, a marble board was engraved with the name of the company's president. This company office looked pretty much the same as the last time I was here.

Yerevan Group, the center of Yerevan's business and properties, was placed downtown among other big companies. When I arrived, the company was still empty. I came earlier before anyone else because I didn't want to be seen.

Going an hour backward, sitting silently in the cab's backseat, I was amazed by the sunlight filtering through the road trees bursting with greenery, and a thought popped up inside my head; Should I go to the mansion first or the company first?

Torn between two choices, I told the driver to change course midway.