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As I was leaving Braxton's office, I ran into Monica's mom. When she got up and stared at me, my head cocked.

Why is she even here, I wonder?

Is she doing okay now? I'll never forget the look of panic on her face when I introduced myself and she immediately began breathing rapidly.

Is the blame on me? The problem with saying my name is... I don't get it, but that's okay; I can see how her being tense and irritated by my presence could easily trigger me.

In fact, she became so worked up when she learned my name that I had to sneak out.

As she came closer, I furrowed my brows in thought.

Hmm..

Will she seriously tell me to get out of here? She has no right to ask me to leave Braxton's office or the company for which he works. Besides, this is my place of employment. And why does she insist that I leave every time we talk? Nothing will happen between me and Monica or her.

As she stopped in front of me, I took a few steps back.

Wow, this is exciting as hell. I can finally empathize with Braxton, who had a similar experience to me when he met Monica's mom. He's in for a rough time with his future mother-in-law. Damn. Because Monica's mother is so difficult to impress, I don't blame her for seeking outside help from a flirting expert like myself.

She posed the question, "Can we talk?"

"Uh… Mr. Bentley has gone into his office to wait for you. It's lunchtime, and I'm leaving, so there's no need for you to start hyperventilating or anything.

I'm sorry, Mr. Bentley isn't the reason I came. Let's have a chat, please.

His words made me squint a little bit.

What does she want with me? What is it?

I'm not sure I want to go, but I've chosen to accompany her. Because I was intrigued, I decided to tag along. For whatever ridiculous reason she has.

Despite the fact that she gives me the creeps to no end. Oh my god, in real life she's a total monster of a spouse.

"Uh…" I have no idea where to begin. She was quite serious about wanting to have a conversation with me. Oh, man. Where does this fit in? Is my favorite person really trying to tell me she finds me annoying?

Say it with me: "Tell me about yourself." Her words.

I questioned, "Huh?"

Is this some kind of crazy job interview? I don't see the point in introducing myself to her. Isn't that completely absurd and ridiculous?

"What? Why?"

"Ms. Vena, I'd like to get to know you." A little more collected, she said.

Unlike earlier, when her anger or irritation at my presence was obvious, I now recognize that she simply tolerates me. Although her behavior may not be considered polite, it is actually quite typical and even pleasant.

I filled her in on the fundamentals of who I am. I tried to probe further into why she was acting this way, but she seemed reluctant to elaborate. I can tell that she is truly interested in what I have to say. She went as far as getting us some coffee and cake.

I'm relieved that she's not an irritating cow anymore, but I have no idea what she's talking about.

I introduced myself as a songwriter who also happens to be an avid reader.

An open book is the emblem that best represents who I am. It seems like everyone around me reads my mind like an open book. Especially now that I'm striving to break into the spotlight.I'm not one to keep secrets, especially when it comes to me. That's not a terrible thing at all; in fact, having close friends and family who can read my mind is a blessing.

I try to implant them with some ideas and am a walking, talking open book. Respecting others and being respected by them is an important tenet of my personal philosophy because it lays the groundwork for healthy interpersonal connections. To be accountable is to take ownership of your actions and the results, good or bad, that result from them. You are solely responsible for your actions, therefore you always make the proper choice whatever the difficulty.

I'm putting myself out there and growing from my failures. Taking calculated chances can pay off in the long run, but only if we're willing to do so. Though it may be difficult, we must take stock of the situation, examine our actions, and then proceed. We shouldn't let that discourage us from bettering ourselves. Always look on the bright side of life; I'm a firm believer that good fortune comes to those who maintain an optimistic outlook.

I was a moron as a teen and I still am unsure of my moral compass as an adult. As a youngster, I did something immoral by getting involved in a fight I was sure I was going to lose. My inability to tell good friends from bad at such a tender age left me vulnerable to peer pressure and immoral behavior.

It wasn't even my battle to wage; my "friend" had offended someone, and I had foolishly assumed that, as her friend, I had an obligation to stand by her no matter what. We were all hauled into the principal's office, but I received guidance from an adult and was reminded by my parents to be true to my values. Good friends, so the saying goes, find you rather than you finding them.

I agree that it's important to instill morality in the next generation, but as a parent, you should do so from the very beginning. A child's upbringing is crucial, therefore the youngster should model his behavior after your own.

Your moral compass is another source of illumination within you. Inspiring those around you with your morals and values is a powerful way to make a difference. Some young people, especially teenagers, lack a parental figure capable of teaching them right from wrong. For this reason, educating them is crucial.

How? Through moral guidance and persuasion based on your own standards. Respecting others and being respected by them are two of my most important personal values. I'm putting myself out there and growing from my failures. We have to take chances occasionally. Though it may be difficult, we must take stock of the situation, examine our actions, and then proceed. We shouldn't let that discourage us from bettering ourselves.

Always look on the bright side of life; I'm a firm believer that good fortune comes to those who maintain an optimistic outlook. It's complicated to determine what's moral these days. An solution to the question of what is moral can be found on the internet, but the world and its meaning have moved on. If you look at the activities and behaviors that society is embracing, it can be difficult to determine what is ethically right or wrong.

To me, morality is about having the courage to take responsibility for your own actions and decisions, knowing the difference between the right and wrong route, and choosing the right one every time. This is because people with strong moral convictions, integrity, and ethics are becoming uncommon in modern society.

False fame and immoral items are pursued by people of all ages, and in doing so, they often compromise their morals and values. When you have morals, it's important to stick to your values and not be swayed by any unethical pressures you may face.

I, for one, will never give in to temptations like that. Definitely not. Taking what is not mine is beneath me, and I am aware of this.

Even if I really like it.

After everything we discussed, I guess so. Just like a Ted presentation, she doesn't say much but instead listens intently and looks at me as if I were her long-lost daughter. No idea what could be wrong with her.

It's very strange, but if it's up to me, I'll solve the situation and save Bracton.

The following day, I reported to work. It's a good thing there is nothing else to do, because I did the same thing. Not a soul was there. Neither Monica nor her mother was there. Perhaps they have moved on to more fruitful activities. It would be a shame if they didn't, because they are so talented; I can guarantee you that Monica is hiding a wealth of brilliance beneath her innocent exterior.

Late at night as I was working, I overheard a ruckus in my supervisor's office. When the shouts started becoming louder, I knew there was a major problem and not simply a heated argument.

I dithered for a second, undecided. Then, after taking a few big breaths, I got to my feet and headed for the door of my employer.

When I opened it, I heard yelling and saw mgy boss's parents standing on opposing ends of the room. They seemed to have completely ignored me.

"Hi…" I said hello awkwardly, my voice reverberating in the empty space.

With angry and startled expressions on their faces, they both turned to stare at her.

To which they replied, "What are you doing here?" With intensity, Braxton asks.

To which she said, "I heard you arguing," my voice quavering slightly. "I figured I'd pitch in and see if I could be of any use."

The father of Braxton made a snide remark. Asking, "What could you possibly do to help?"

I was at a loss for words, not knowing what to say in response. Even though I understood that she couldn't fix everything, I couldn't bear to watch them kill each other.

For the next several minutes, I attempted to act as a peacemaker between my boss's mom and dad. As they vented their frustrations, I took notes in hopes of finding common ground.

That wasn't a simple task. It was obvious that their difficulties went deep from the way they looked at each other: angry and hurt. But I kept trying; I wasn't about to give up.

Hours later, my boss's parents finally began to relax. Both of them took in my appearance as if for the first time.

You have no right to tell me what to do because this is obviously not working. We can't believe you wasted our time. I refuse to accept that, Braxton. I can't believe you hired such an idiot. His dad let out a yell.

Can you please cool down? Watch what you say. Since you're not there to accept her help, at least give her the courtesy of acknowledging it. According to his mom.

As in, "I don't need her help, she's no one, no one should listen to her." As he left the office, leaving me, Braxton, and his mom alone, Braxton's dad stated.

A rush of relief washed over me. I'd done all I could, but I knew there was more to be accomplished.

I listened in over the next three days as the boss's parents resumed their heated debates. When I could, I tried to stop it, but it looked like they were already too far gone.

As things heated up at work, I started to question whether or not I had made the correct decision. Perhaps my involvement had simply made matters worse.

My manager accosted me as I was walking out of the office one day.

He spoke softly, but clearly, "I wanted to thank you for trying to help my parents."

I gave him a puzzled look. That's right, "I didn't do much," I said.

The young man shook his head. Actually, you helped more than you realize. When all seemed lost, you gave us reason to believe.

A wave of appreciation swept through me. Even if I hadn't been able to fix everything, I could at least say that I had helped.

I left the office thinking about all the shattered homes around the world. Though I anticipated difficulty, I did so with the knowledge that reconciliation and healing were always possible.

Braxton's mom had just come up to me and grabbed my wrist as I was ready to leave the office building.

"Yes, ma'am?"

My brows raised because I believed she was going to ask me a question or thank me for something.

Who introduced you? You and Monica's mom, right? How did it go?