The next twelve months proved to be the most trying months of my life. I had taken two jobs to help me raise money, pay the bills and also take care of myself and the children. I had gone into labor five months ago and the experience had been the worst. I had been at work in my day job at the restaurant when I felt the spasms of pain ricochet through me. My boss – an elderly woman in her late fifties – had been the first one to notice the signs. She had pulled me into her office and closed the door behind us, then sat us down on a hand-me-down couch and made me take deep breaths in and out while she called an ambulance. The ambulance arrived moments later and together with the woman, they had moved me to the hospital where I gave birth to twins; a boy and a girl. Now, as I stared down at the kids as they slept in their cot, a sense of pride washed over me. It had been five months since I brought them into this world and although I was nowhere at making things better for them, I se
I smoothed down the blazer I borrowed from Paul, who ran the Laundromat, and took a deep breath as I stepped down from the bus in front of the towering structure of the conglomerate headquarters. I had been surprised as I received the invitation to attend an interview following my application, and the excitement still lingered within me. Darby had been smug, telling me ‘I told you to say’ at every slight opportunity she got. I buckled up and murmured a short prayer as I stepped into the bustling lobby of the conglomerate. A sense of determination filled me. I was here for a purpose. But as I navigated through the throng of moving bodies on the other side of the room, I felt doubt and fear begin to creep in. I had once belonged in this world of corporate affairs and custom-tailored suits, neatly ironed, but now I was not so sure. The past year has reshaped me into a completely different person. I approached the reception desk warmly and handed her the letter that I had received. Sh
Cars sped on the highway with reckless abandon, and my eyes followed them. In my mind, we were playing a game—one that I had created and was yet to give a name to—and I would follow their light as they sped by, and they would help keep my eyes from straying to Cameron’s face. I could not bear to see the look of pity on his face after the story that I had told him. The story of how I got to be in this situation, of how I lost everything and, on top of that, became a mother to two children,. Cameron was yet to speak. What could he say? What could he do that would change the course of events that occurred just after our college years? There was nothing for any of us to say, and we just sat there and watched the road. The food he had ordered was sitting between us, cold and untouched. “I’m sorry, Lana.” He started. “You had to go through all of this.”I smiled sadly, but my eyes remained on the road. “Everyone has had their share of life, I’m sure.” I replied. He took my hand, which r
Cameron had stayed with me longer than I expected. We went home and talked about our time in school, but we did not notice how much time flew by. I was grateful for his visit, even if at first I had dreaded it. But seeing a familiar face again after so long reminded me of my own existence. Once, I had a past that was not strewn with suffering. I had been a bit disappointed when Cameron announced that he should be leaving. It was almost as though I did not want the day to come to an end. Cameron had not judged me, not one. He had sympathised with me, and that was all. He had not thought me weak or hinted at my foolishness when I told him about how I gave everything up for love. Instead, he had called it the circle of life. Explaining that most people did worse things for the sake of love and only realised later how much they'd given up. “But that is how life is.” He had said: “We made mistakes so that we can learn from them and do better when presented with such a situation again.
Monday arrived quite fast. I had taken the rest of the week to prepare adequately for the resumption. I stopped in front of the mirror, and the woman stared back at me. She was beautiful, determined, resilient, and confident, and she was me. I held my hair in a neat, tight bun over my head and left a few strands to fall over my face.I was keen on creating a good first impression, but I did not want to appear overly serious. For my clothes, I dug into my old clothes. I still had a few luxury dresses—the ones I had not sold off—and most of them still fit. I wore long suit pants that were tight from the stomach down to the knees and free from there, and I tucked in a blue shirt. I did not put too much make-up on my face; using only lip gloss and mascara, I felt I was ready to go. I stepped out of my room, taking in the empty house. Darby had taken the twins to her restaurant early this morning. She had wished me all the luck before she left. I grabbed my bag, which sat on the couch,
The CEO was gone, I was told. I was away on a business trip, so therefore, I had the whole of this floor to myself. I imagined what it would be like. Is he coming back to learn of my employment, or did he already know of it?I shook my head as though the action would help dispel the thought from my mind. It did. The office that I had been given was quite bare. It was as though it had not been used before, but I knew better. I could smell the hints of paint that had been used on the walls in an attempt to mask the presence of the office’s previous owner. The book cabinet and file storage are new, along with the desk and seats, which I now occupy. Arranged neatly on the large desk were a stash of sticky notes, a name tag, which carried my full name and position, a folder that I had yet to open, a desktop, a smaller laptop in the corner, and a tablet, which I assumed to be the advanced equivalent of a jotter and planner. I picked up the name tag and pinned it to my chest. It looked goo
I heard the blast of the speakers from the ground floor, and I could tell what room the sound was coming from. The waiting boy, who had been changed no more than seven times since taking up residence here (yes, I kept counting), gave me a strange expression. I smiled at him. Darby had the children in her arms and was gliding across the room. I believe I can fly because R. Kelly was playing and she sang along. I smiled and walked to a couch. She had not even noticed me come in. “Darby.” I shouted, trying to raise my voice above the blasting speakers and hers too. “Darby!!” I shouted again, but she could hardly hear me. Sighing, I stood up from the chair and approached her. “Darby.” I touched her arm, and she jumped. Quickly, I took the children from her while she picked up the remote and turned off the audio player. “You startled me.” She said this, putting her hand on her chest. “When did you come in?”I shook my head disapprovingly. “I could hear the speakers from four blocks aw
I looked through the evidence Mrs. Sanders had faxed to me, and I was amazed and upset. I was amazed at how much Andre and his family had really fooled me and used me while still treating me like trash, and I was upset that I had endured foolishly and allowed them to use me like that. Although the evidence had a lot of information, I knew it would hold no weight in court, especially with how powerful Andre and his family were and how helpless I would be if I went again now. I needed to gather more evidence and build myself up until I was sure I was ready to face them. I jumped when I heard a knock on my office door and quickly hid the files in the drawer attached to the desk. I arranged myself quickly; this was the first time I would be receiving a guest in my new office. “Please.” I sat down and pretended I was working. “come in.”The door opened slowly, and a small man peeked through. I raised a brow. Then the door opened wider, and I saw that he was with Paula, the HR manager. I