'Why did you shift?', she asked, trying to change the subject.
'I hit bob. He got mad and threatened us with his friends. This time even mom was scared because she knows his friends are much shadier. So, we ran that night itself'
'But what about the mortgage? Our home?', she asked.
'Didn't you get that from your PI?'
'No. Like I said I don't dig your closet full of skeletons'
'Haha funny'
I thought about that night and what followed. Our home was the only thing we owned. It was built by our grandparents from our Mother's side. We never met them. They died when Mom was pregnant with Sophie. We never knew our Father. Mom said he left us when I was a 3 months old baby. We believed her, there is nothing to contradict it. After Bob threatened us, we left the home. We stayed in the next city not far from our old one. We don't have money to go far. We thought it was better to hide near while he was left searching for other states.
We must start all over again this time along with rent. Mom being mom left the job. She became a downright alcoholic. I was shuffling, waitressing, studying, street fighting. Street fighting helped, the fights taking place were illegal, but it got me money. I used to lose every fight in the beginning. It took time to build my stamina and then I started winning. Sometimes bread and milk were the only things left when bills have been paid.
Thoughts of selling our home would come to my mind but the mortgage stopped me from doing it. Then when I was 18 mom had an accident. I always thought she would die because of alcohol consumption, I proved right but the consumption was done by the other driver. She died at the spot whereas the other one hardly had a scratch. He was a well-known businessman and doesn't want the media to catch this, so he gave me money. I never regretted taking it. I should be but I don't.
The bigger surprise came in the form of insurance for my mom’s death. Between insurance money and money from the other Driver I paid the mortgage and sold the house online. I wasn't sure to go there alone in case Bob was still lurking. That money helped me pay all the debts and have enough left in my account to start elsewhere
I came to New York, the big city in search of a job. I don't want to stay anywhere near my old home anymore. It was hard at first, what with me being 18 completing just high school. I don't want to go to University yet because I just came out of all my debts. I don't want to insert myself in loan payments again. Then one day when I was crossing a road, I saw an old man on the road clutching his heart. No one cared enough to stop.
I ran to him and said, 'hold on. I will take you to the hospital. Just hold on'
I called a taxi and took him to a nearby hospital not trusting an ambulance in New York traffic.
Thankfully the doctor took him to the emergency ward as soon as we came.
'Doctor, how is he now?', I asked the doctor blocking him from leaving the theatre. It's been 4 hours. No one is giving me any information. I could have left but just want to make sure he is alright first.
'Are you his kin?', he asked
Kin? Who says that anymore?
'No. I brought him to the hospital. I'm his friend’s daughter', I said improvised.
'Well, he had a severe heart attack. If it weren't for getting treated at that time he would have died. So young lady you should be proud of yourself. You just saved his life'
I blushed. Normally it won't come easy to me, but praise of any kind makes me blush.
'Can I talk to him?'
'Maybe tomorrow. He is resting right now'
'Ok.'
I went to the hospital the next day with fruits even though I should be out searching for a job. When I entered his room he said, ' you must be the girl who saved my life'
'I just brought you to the hospital, nothing big. Anyone would have done it.'
'Not anyone. Do you know who I'm?'
'Are you in the mob?'
'Huh? Why would you ask that?'
'Your question'
'Hmm'
'Not everyone would help others without even knowing their name'
'I didn't think like that. I just saw an old man fighting for breath'
'Who are you calling old?'
I stared panicked looking everywhere but at him. He laughed and said, 'caught you'
'What can I do for you? I don't want to say thanks and forget it. I value my life more than that. Anything you want most now?', he asked.
I thought about it, I don't want his money. It doesn't feel right taking money. Instead, I asked, 'I'm searching for a job. Do you know about any interviews?' I asked even though I know the answer, what would an old man know about interviews for a job.
'What are your qualifications?'
'Umm. High school graduate'
'That's it? What's your age’?
'I'm 18. But I completed 3 months secretary course'
'Hmm. Not much to work with'
My shoulders dropped. What was I hoping from here?
'It's ok. Leave it. I just wanted to make sure you are fine. Have a nice day. Next time take someone with you when you go outside. At best your mobile at hand. Take care. Bye'
As I was leaving, he said, ' wait'
I turned and he said, 'I know about an interview in Sinclair enterprises.'
'Sinclair enterprises?'
'Why? What happened?'
'Nothing. It's just that it's a huge corporation and I'm not sure I'm cut out for that.'
'You never know until you tried', he said.
'Ok. I will give it a try. Thanks'
Even though I was not confident I took that old man's advice and went to the interview. Wonder if wonders I got selected. Now it's been 3 years of me working for Sinclair enterprises.
Coming out of my reverie I talked about what happened to mom, her accident, how I sold the home and paid the bills.
As I said this I glanced at my watch, ' oh my god, I'm late'
It's 2:15 pm now. Dragon is going to kill me.
I rushed to the office knowing I'm going to get a talk down. As I pressed the number on the elevator I thought of my Sister. There is so much said today, I don't even know where to start. My emotions are jumbled right now. One thing I noticed is the difference between our looks which was subtle at best when we were younger has become prominent. She is willowy with auburn hair, amazing tan and at 5.5', she could be called petite to my Amazon stature. I'm not fat, just curvy, you could say like Kylie Jenner and my skin gets red when I attempt tanning, emphasis on attempt here. We have the same eyes and similar jaw structure, other than that we are as opposite as we could get. It's natural as we have different fathers. The elevator made a ding sound making me come out of my reverie.I peeked my head out to catch if the dragon was there. It seems luck has finally turned my side today as the coast is clear. I hurried to my station and busied myself looking as if I had something im
My eyes landed on a man turned towards the view of New York. Glass walls cover the entire side of the room. He is talking on mobile unaware of me. I'm too far away to distinguish what he is saying. I took this time to watch the room. My entire flat can fit in this one room, it's that big. Two sets of couches are aligned on both sides of me. On my left side, there is a coffee table littered with documents. I can see his desk which looks so pristine, I'm afraid to think about what happens when some coffee is spilled.As I took notice of the room, Mr. Sinclair turned around and caught sight of me. My breath hitches, standing in front of me is the most handsome man I ever saw. Not that I haven't seen many. In New York, you can find every other block a handsome guy. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him, there is something more to him than just being handsome. Maybe it's his position, he knows how powerful he is and wielded that power into his persona.He is 6.3' or 6.4' in
'On what grounds, Mr. Sinclair?', I asked tentatively, all attitude gone.'I said I could, not would Ms. Anderson. Though I can say, we are cutting our most incompetent employees'Indirectly implying that I'm incompetent. I bristled at this suggestion.'You couldn't do that. I never gave any reason to. I'm competent. I always stay late. I complete the work given to me.''Exactly that Ms. Anderson, the work given to you, which is not much''It's not my fault I wasn't given much', I answered.'But it would be mine if I don't rectify this situation', he stated firmly.'What are you trying to say, Mr. Sinclair?''I'm not trying but stating the fact that you are on my payroll with nothing much to do. And I don't like that, at all.''Are you going to fire me?', I questioned directly, tired of the footsie we are playing here.'No Ms. Anderson''Then what?', I stared at him expectantly to no avail. One thing I foun
I stare at the screen trying to comprehend. This can't be true. There might be a mistake with the picture. I must go check with her. Shit, I don't even know where she lives. How pathetic that is. There is still no reply to my message. I don't have any other way of contacting her. I won't believe or rather I make myself not believe all that crap brewing on the screen. I must, the other option is too much for me to comprehend right now. I didn't get a lot of time to sort my emotions after our talk. I put everything in a metal cage in my mind. Now that box is about to burst. To divert me from the current event, I noted down the officer's name who is handling this case.I tore the paper after jotting down, took my keys and mobile, and left without even changing from my pj's. My mind is preoccupied with my sisters’ photos. They don't show any pictures of the body. I stopped hearing anything after I saw that photo.The street is bustling, and I join the fray, dreading
"he is dead Ms. Anderson', he stated proudly.'Dead? How?', mixed emotions churning inside me. Words swam around in my head, but none of them would coalesce to form complete sentences. I should be relieved that justice has been met, but I couldn't get myself to feel it. It's like it has been robbed and given to me. A ping of regret is also laced there for not getting to hit him myself.'I won't bore you with the details, suffice it to say that we found the trail leading to him. He tried to escape vigilantly, we are left with the option of shooting to constrain him, but unfortunately, we miscalculated. He died on the way to the hospital', he explained, showing me the details of the murderer.I read the file learning all the details that led to my sister’s death. He was obsessed with auburn hair. It all started with his cheating Wife who had auburn hair. He killed 4 girls before Sophie, all with the same hair color. He is just a psycho on a killing spree. I
Bracing myself I entered the office, ' Mr. Sinclair I can explain'Without my volition, my eyes flit over the contents on the desk. It is as immaculate as it can be.'Bring me the sales report for the January product. I want the finance team to set the estimated costs for the upcoming project. Make sure the Budget file is on my desk tomorrow. Also, a daily report on the progress of the project. I want it to be launched before the holiday season. Set a board meeting tomorrow. 'he says or rather rumbles.'What does your other assistant do?' I enquired listening to his demands.'Let me handle who works for me, Ms. Anderson. You are my indentured servant for as long as I want. Do not question me'I controlled the urge to not beat him over the head with my bag, no matter how much I might have liked to. Thoughts of quitting the job entered my mind, but I squashed it before it overtook my mind. He merely gave me a squinted look and continued,'Now,
'You got it!''No skin off my back''Did you get anything useful? What is in there?''Enough to put him behind the bars for 10 years''Yes!!’, I shouted.Looking at the displeasure radiating from the other patrons I mouthed sorry.'I would like to buy that file from you'He gave me a dirty look, shaking his head indicating ‘You want to go there?'I squirmed, 'What? I don't want it for free. No favors buddy'It’s already more than enough that Raphael is on my tail for currying favor from his Grandfather, I can't take it from Kade. Though Kade is nothing like Raphael.'How about a fight?', he finally answered after taking time thinking.'It's been 3 years since I entered a ring. It's safe to say that I'm a little rusty. Anyhow, in NY? When did you shift here?''2 years. Bought a bar. Join me whenever you're free', I raised my eyebrows hearing the name of the bar, wow, it's a cool plac
'Journeys end. Journeys end, wait a minute'He unfolded a paper and started reading,Journeys end in lovers meeting,Every wise man's son doth know.What is love? ‘It’s not hereafter;Present mirth hath present laughter;What's to come is still unsure:In delay there lies not plenty;Then, come kiss me, sweet and twenty,Youth's a stuff will not endure.(Note: it's written by Shakespeare)He bowed after completing, giving me a chance to notice what he is wearing.'Is that your mother's coat?''A gentleman never kisses and tells, though I appreciate your interest in my attire. It speaks of your wifely qualities', he said haughtily.I pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a Long breath. I said, 'First, you are a kid, KID, not a gentleman. Second, stop with wifely qualities, that's just ew. Lastly, why are you quoting Shakespeare to me?''You are offending my sensibiliti