𝗦𝗔𝗬 𝗬𝗘𝗦 𝗜𝗙 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 Days of Our Lives #DOOL

I was just a quiet intern when i noticed an elderly man being overlooked in the lobby. I greeted him in sign language, unaware the ceo was watching — or who that man really was.
Six months ago, I was the most invisible person at my company. A shy intern. The one skill I was truly proud of was my fluency in American Sign Language, which I learned for my deaf little brother.
The morning that changed everything started like any other. The corporate lobby was busy. That’s when I noticed him: an elderly, impeccably dressed man, standing alone at the reception desk, looking frustrated and sad.
The receptionist, Jessica, was growing impatient. “Sir, for the third time, I need a name. I can’t help you if you just… wave your hands at me.”
He was signing. And in that moment, he wasn’t a stranger. He was my brother, Leo, trying to be heard in a world that wasn’t built for him.
I walked over, my heart pounding. I took a deep breath and signed, “Hello, my name is Catherine. Can I help you?”
The man’s entire demeanor changed. The frustration melted away, replaced by a wave of pure, unadulterated relief. “You sign,” he responded. “Thank goodness.”
“I’m so sorry you’ve been having trouble,” I signed back. “Who are you here to see?”
He paused, a mixture of pride and uncertainty on his face. “Michael Hartwell,” he finally signed.
My heart nearly stopped. Michael Hartwell, the CEO of the company, the man whose rare appearances caused a ripple of nervous energy among the entire staff.
I tried to reach his assistant, but was told Mr. Hartwell was in back-to-back meetings. Seeing the disappointment in his father’s eyes, I did something I knew I could be fired for: I gave him a tour of the building.
It was then that I noticed him. Michael Hartwell was standing on the mezzanine level that overlooked the main floor, partially hidden behind a pillar. He was watching us—watching his father interact with his employees, watching me translate. I couldn’t see his expression clearly, but something about his posture suggested he’d been there for a while. My heart started racing. I’m probably about to be fired.
When we finally returned to the lobby, I saw my supervisor, Margaret, approaching, her face a mask of barely controlled anger.
But she wasn’t the only one walking toward us. Behind her, with determined strides, was CEO Michael Hartwell himself…. Watch: [in comment] – Made with AI