Chapter 61 - Pursuing a Vision


    "Sylvia!" The man in his 50s eximed in the morning, his disappointment palpable.


    "We''ve put in so much effort to support you - from helping you to get epted into a prestigious


    university to you receiving your doctorate at 22. But why do you insist on this foolish endeavor of yours,


    one that will only leave yougging behind and has no future!" he asked, his voiceced with


    disappointment.


    Sylvia Morin, a young prodigy, had achieved something remarkable for her age: the title of Master of


    Science in Architecture and Management at just 22 years old. This was an aplishment that few


    could ever hope to achieve.


    That morning, Sylvia reluctantly ate her breakfast as her parents continued to lecture her and attempt


    to direct her to do as they wished.


    "You got a terrible score on your graduation because your final project was nonsensical. And now


    you''re leaving your job and attempting to start your own business? How are we supposed to pay off the


    debt I owe if you keep making these kinds of foolish decisions?"


    Sylvia''s father kept onining without allowing Sylvia a chance to respond.


    Sylvia took a deep breath, quickly swallowing her giant piece of toast and chugging down the mineral


    water. She then stood up, grabbing the bag that was resting on the seat next to her.


    "Thanks for the breakfast, Mom," she said, rushing out of the house without a care for her parents''


    nagging. "Bye Mom, Dad!" she called out as she left.


    Sylvia''s father mmed his hand on the dinner table, his face a mask of anger.


    "We could soon be living on the streets," he growled, "or I might have to sell all my organs just to pay


    off the debt we owe, and it might not even be enough to cover it!" he eximed in despair.


    Her mother gently patted her husband''s back. "Let''s give Sylvia a chance," she said soothingly.


    "She''s been studying all this time, and has done everything we''ve asked of her. I think this is her way of


    expressing her dissatisfaction. Surely she deserves a year to do what she wants?"


    Sylvia''s father sighed, still not convinced. "But why now?" he muttered.


    Sylvia had been sitting that morning in her small, open office in the officeplex in downtown


    Soutke. She used to arrive very early and leavete, doing all that to make the crazy dream she had


    dreamed of for a long time a reality.


    Sylvia had ventured out on her own, leaving a bigpany with a high sry to open her own


    architecture business. With just three employees, she was struggling to make ends meet by taking on


    small clients, using the ie to pay their sries, and saving for her dream project.


    Sylvia sat at her desk, her brown hair cascading down her back, a pair of sses perched on her


    smooth and pretty face. She was wearing a white executive suit with a gray skirt, her expression


    serious as she looked at herptop.


    "What?!" she eximed.


    "They broke the contract?" She was clearly taken aback, her face suddenly shifting from shock to


    irritation.


    Sylvia mmed her hand on the table, and her chair moved back a bit as she threw her body


    backward. "Absolutely annoying!" she growled.


    Sylvia put her face in her palms, supported by her elbows on the table.


    "No..." she muttered, devastated. It seemed as if every misfortune was conspiring against her as if no


    one - not even her fate - supported her ns.


    "This is so frustrating!" she eximed.


    The sudden cancetion of the contract with one of her most promising clients after two months of hard


    work weighed heavily upon her.


    After a few minutes of Sylvia ruminating over her seemingly incessant misfortune, there was a knock


    on the door to her room. Upon opening it, she found two female and one male employee from her small


    business had entered.


    The three of them approached Sylvia''s desk, standing upright with tense expressions.


    She attempted to put on a smile, asking, "Hey, what''s up? You guys usually don''te around this


    early."


    A man in front of Sylvia then threw a white envelope, his face expressionless as he spoke.


    "Sylvia, as of today I am resigning from this insignificantpany," he said, his voice cold and


    detached.


    "You are too idealistic and have never thought about our future. You are striving for unreasonable


    goals, and you are even tantly rejecting business offers that could make us great Instantly." he


    continued.


    Upon hearing her employees'' resignations, Sylvia remained silent. She had previously discussed


    potential business offers from big businessmen who had only intended to approach her, not actually


    form a business partnership with theirpany.


    Sylvia asked, breaking the silence, "But, you know why I turned down the offer, right?"


    “I don’t care about the reason,” he replied simply.


    The other woman then threw a white envelope on the table.


    "Sylvia, I too no longer wish to work here. I cannot handle the workload, and watching you work with


    such drive yet without any clear purpose makes me feel ill. Best of luck with your miniscule dream."


    And thest woman, "Me too, today will be myst day working here."


    Sylvia took a deep breath, her hand trembling as she signed the resignation letters of the three


    employees.


    After a few minutes, she was left alone in her office. Sylvia pounded the table and threw herself back


    into the chair, the squeak of the legs against the floor echoing in the room. "I hate it!" she swore.


    "Go! Everyone, leave me alone!" she then shouted loudly, her voice reverberating in the empty space.


    "I''ll do it all by myself!" she shouted in frustration, her voice steadily rising. She closed her eyes, taking


    a moment to regain herposure.


    After some time, she opened them again and began to search the inte for information on the


    uing session of the annual entrepreneurpetition - Business Takeover - held in a few days.


    She had signed up to be one of the participants, eagerly looking forward to pitching her business


    model.


    "I knew my idea was big and I just needed to find the right person to turn it into a reality," she said


    confidently, her excitement palpable.


    Sylvia was hopeful that her business model would attract investors and, with the financial means to


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    bring it to fruition, she would finally be able to make her dream a reality.


    She didn''t care if she only had the smallest stake in the project. She was willing to do whatever it took


    to get it off the ground as long as it was viable.


    "Come on, Sylvia! You''re strong, you''re great, you can do this!" She stood up, her enthusiasm


    rekindled.