I woke up with a startle and checked the time. It was 7:10 AM! “What?!” I got out of bed, slipping my feet into my moccasins. I rushed out to Marissa's room. She wasn't there and her bed was made. It looked so smooth like she didn't sleep there the previous night. She wasn't in her closet either. “6 A.M,” he said." I uttered to myself as I rushed to the sitting room, fearing the worst. “Totally useless." Azula sneered as she walked past me carrying Marissa's worn clothes.I turned to look at her, until she was out of sight. “What have I done to her that she keeps making those remarks?" I wondered. "Good morning Miss Scarlett!” Marissa called and I turned to look at her. She was having breakfast at the dining table, and I could see that she was dressed for school. “Hello, Marissa." I said, grinning at her as I walked over to the table. “I can see you're dressed for school.” I said as I dragged out the nearest seat and sank into it. "You look like a Barbie princess in this dres
It was 11Am, and the house was quiet. The maids had retired to their rooms, having nothing more to do. The only sound was the ticking of the clock on the wall.I was dressing up, about to step out when someone knocked on my door. I hesitated for a while, wondering who it could be. Of course the last person I wanted to see was Azula. Ever Since the incident at the stairs, I'd tried my best to avoid her. It was too early to have clashes for the sake of my job. “It's me, Scarlett." Arielle said, pushing the door slightly open."Oh please, come in," I said with a warm smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "There's no need to knock," I put down the brush I had been using to smooth my hair and walked over to greet her. “Good afternoon." "Are you going somewhere?” Arielle asked, regarding me.“Yeah. There are a few things I need to get from home, before Marissa gets back." I answered, "Is there something I could help you with?”"I'm not feeling too great," Arielle said, "and
I looked up and read the name on the wall, "Gray's Corporation." And my heart made a flip. I was scared to walk through that door and meet Mr Gray. I was scared of what his employees would think, seeing me deliver documents to him. "You'll find me in the parking lot," Miguel said as he got out of the car after me. The parking lot was massive, taking up a large portion of the company's grounds. There were cars parked in every row, all neatly arranged."Alright. See you later, Miguel," I said, looking around at the impressive sight. Tall trees lined the walkway, providing shade and adding to the aesthetic appeal of the place. The building itself was magnificent, rising up into the sky for over 40 floors. “I hope he's around." I muttered to myself. With my fingers crossed, I walked through the door, hoping that Mr. Gray would be at the reception office, waiting to get his documents, or that he already sent out his secretary to fetch it from me. Inside, the lobby was spacious an
After the woman left the office, Mr. Gray gestured for me to take her seat. I sat down, placing my bag on my lap. As I glanced at my watch, I realized that Marissa would be returning any minute. And yet, I hadn't been able to accomplish any of the tasks I'd set out to do that day. I felt a sense of frustration and disappointment, knowing that my day had been a waste. Mr. Gray began to peruse the documents I had brought, and I did my best to remain composed, still and silent. My eyes dropped to the floor as I waited.My mind drifted to the thoughts of all that needed to be done: visiting my mother, resigning from my job, and gathering the ingredients Arielle had requested.Time seemed too slow as I waited, fidgeting in my chair and growing impatient. ‘Why is he taking so long?’ I wondered. ‘I have so much to do!’ I couldn't help but glance up, and when I did, I was surprised to find him staring at me. It was as if he could read my every thought. I felt a flutter in my stomach, a
Cursing under my breath, I stepped into the sun, grumbling, “Why do I always get this migraine?”It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and I was heading home. The sun beat down on my head, as I trudged towards my home. I was exhausted from having worked all day. Mr. Robinson, my manager, had worked me to the bone, making sure I earned my meager pay. I felt my knuckles ache from scrubbing floors, cleaning surfaces, and washing used sheets. All I wanted right now was a few minutes of peace and quiet.As I made my way down the street, no cab was in sight. I wasn't sure if I had the energy to walk any further. My legs felt like lead, and every step was a chore. I decided to stop beside a shade and take a rest, until a cab came by. The sudden roar of the Lamborghini's engine shattered the silence, and the car flew past me with alarming speed. I yelped in terror as I held tightly to my handbag, my heart pounding in my chest. If the driver had swerved even an inch to the left, I would have
I pushed open the cafè door and peeped in.There was mom, standing by the counter, conversing with a certain silver-blonde haired, middle aged woman I couldn't recognize."Okay babe, gotta go now. I'm home." I said to Reuben who was also preparing for a class. "Ok. Talk to you right after the class." Reuben hung up. He was my boyfriend. We had known each other since high school. He was in college studying business while I wanted to be a chef. Since mom couldn't afford to send me to the culinary school I wanted, right away, I'd been working as a hotel cleaner at one of the hotels close by, to save up for my tuition. Reuben had been working hard too, studying and working odd jobs on the side. We both had big dreams, and were determined to make them come true. But sometimes it felt like we were worlds apart, even though we were still together."You're back." Mom said, regarding me as I stopped before both of them. "You look so exhausted." She added. "Yes, I had a really stressful day."
"That was wonderful."I looked up to see mom approaching. She looked just as happy as I was. We'd both suffered to make ends meet, just so that we could live a normal life. Her cafè wasn't even picking up. “How come you never told me about your friend Laura?" I asked standing up. Mom shrugged, smiling as she spoke, “She lives in Italy. But I guess she's back now.”“In less than thirty minutes, I've gotten an amount of money I've not even been able to save. Now, I'm sure I'll enroll in a college next year. My dreams are coming true, Mom.” I exclaimed, smiling as a single tear dropped down my cheek. This is so unbelievable.”“It's lovely." Mom answered by picking up a jar of milk and a glass. “It's amazing how things can turn around within a twinkle of an eye.” She said, pouring some milk into the glass and pushing it towards me.I stared at mom and then the glass of milk in her hand.“You complained of a headache, right? Have this and some burgers.” She said placing the milk before me
Before Laura’s driver arrived that morning, I had called the hotel manager to request permission to stay home due to illness. Although he agreed, he'd threatened to deduct it from my salary at the end of the month. Although I'd been managing for months, the manager was a cruel man, who enjoyed watching his employees work tirelessly for meager wages. If it weren't for the kindness of Laura Gray, I would have been trapped in a cycle of poverty and hardship. I was grateful for her generosity and saw it as a chance to change my life for the better. She was indeed a life saver.“Here you are.” Azula gesticulated as I walked into the room after her. Just like the other parts of the house I'd seen already, my bedroom was large, beautiful and luxurious. I was grateful for a spacious room and an ultra large TV.“Thank you." “You're welcome, Scarlett." Azula responded. “If you need anything, you can talk to me, or any of my colleagues. We'll be glad to help. Feel at home.” She added, though it