2. When Luck Knocks At The Door

“B!” Shouted Jack from the front door. Not even in yet, he was still on the trail stones of the yard leading from the gate to the front porch.

“B! Where are you, Babe!?” He teased her. He knew well she doesn’t like it when he calls her that way. But he was feeling so enthusiastic that he wanted to annoy her. But he also knows that her patience isn’t fragile like a porcelain doll. Patience is one of her mastered skills. Her meditation for patience which was practiced ever since she regained herself from sadness about her parent's death, had saved her in many crucial circumstances. It had made her able to even keep her breath for as long as five minutes and a few ten seconds more. This ability once saved her life during a mission to assassinate a human trafficker for human organ harvesting to sell on the black market, which was hiding on an island. Of course, she went there and arrived at the place with full diving gear as she sneaked to hitchhike on a fisherman’s boat one night after thoroughly planning her way in and out of the island unnoticed. She let go of her hold on the boat when she estimated an almost fifty meters distance of deep seawater from her target’s position. She successfully got in and finished the job, but she did not know the security alarm of the whole hideout was more advanced than she had ever expected. As if situations like what she brought there were anticipated by the person who hides in there, that on her way out thinking she was done, made her realize she was wrong because the place started blowing part by part within the whole island. Alarming everyone that they had been invaded. She had to run to the dock and jump into the water as the guy’s security team, which was more or less twenty in number with heavily loaded firearms, started firing bullets at her from all sides and corners in the dark. She was wearing night goggles, but with how fast everything was happening, she did not have the liberty to look around and see anything. She had to get out of here alive. This is not how her life is going to end. The bullets seemed to be pouring out like heavy rain that she cannot figure out how to skip and avoid them other than going deeper into the water without coming out of it for a breather. It was dark, and so it was difficult for them to find her as she hid under the wooden pillars of the dock, the exact same spot where she jumped. They must have thought she would swim around, and so they fired around the spot with due care not to hit the pillars or else the dock would fall down. The exact idea Brianna anticipated, so she hugged the closest pillar she was into and slowly went deeper. Down to the bottom ground of the spot. She knows exactly what happens when a person holds their breath underwater in panic. It won’t do good to the human body. After the first two minutes, she will have to slowly release her breath to exhale the carbon dioxide from her body. Otherwise, it will build up and reduce the amount of oxygenated blood traveling to the brain resulting in lightheadedness. Next to it is fainting. That is when her patience becomes very useful. In such a crucial situation, a rash move will cause severe fatality. She will have to use patience and calm herself to make her think accordingly and get out of the ugly situation alive. The armed men had to reload after a minute or two. While reloading, they observed the water movements from every direction to see where she must have swum towards to, just to get tricked by random creatures who must have been bothered by the bombs blown and guns fired towards the sea, their home. She slowly and careful not to make the water raffle as she came out of the water with only her nose for a good breath and positioned herself securely under one of the boats on the dock with her body embracing the bottom and her head and feet on each side of the boat to make her able to breath when she needs to while the boat was still at the stop. Because once it starts to move, she can grab a hold using rubber adhesive gloves as she clings to its side, she will kick her leg apart from her hold before they arrive at the next dock, they won’t know or even notice her with the sound of motors of the engine while on the move. It was tough, she could have slipped from her hold, and the propeller would have cut her to pieces, and so she had to stay calm, focused, and not panic the whole twenty minutes boat ride distance. They were also in a hurry because the authorities would no doubt come if the sounds of the few bombs blown had reached their attention. They don’t want to be there and get caught when the police come, so they turn their boat to the maximum speed. The time lessened, but the water pressure was more chaotic for Brianna. It must have been her luck that she got out of there alive. She received her payment the next day where her target's death was confirmed via news on national television.

“Bry!......” He checked the kitchen, the living room, and the backyard, where she has a small flower garden. She wasn’t into flowers, but she wanted to keep her mom’s legacy in gardening. It’s as if she is just here whenever Brianna patiently speaks to her plants as she waters and nurtures them. But she wasn’t there either.

“Brianne!” Still no answer. “Babe?!” He purposely annoys her since she isn’t answering.

She was aware that he was coming towards where he thinks she is, so there is no need to answer. Making him call all her nicknames to call her in full finally. “Brianna Peters!!!!” He screamed as soon as he saw her poised, sitting in her meditating yoga posture. He wasn’t upset as for the reason he screamed. He was actually excited.

“What in the world is making you all so worked up this time?” B calmly asked as he arrived at her yoga room door, catching his breath from a run for the life he seemed to just did.

“Let me catch my breath first,” She wasn’t rushing him, but he felt himself rushing to tell her what he was going to say.

“Take your time.” Still as calm as she was earlier, she took a deep breath and closed her eyes again.

Jack bent his upper half body down with both his hands on just above his knee caps, a way he felt would quicken his breathing recovery, and it did.

“I submitted your application as Personal Assistant and Executive secretary for LM Realtors Group CEO.” Jack casually stated, he tried his best just now to make himself sound the way he did. Calm, nonchalant, and unaffected. As if what he just said was as casual as talking about the weather, very indifferent while eyeing B’s reaction towards his news.