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I snatched off the Valentino Garavanis I had on my feet, throwing it to a corner.
Some mess I was, since the hour I had left the conference hall.
Mind beaten, body knackered.
Our loss to the Alverton group had spared me no rest all morning. Calls coming in from every corner—the executive board, our notable clients, all with one question burning—How could we have fumbled to bag the biggest contract of the year.
Yet, the answer to it all was summed up in one name.
Wes Fairbairn.
“Oh, the bastard!” I spat.
“He was all out to denigrate me. Who the f**k does he think he is?”
“He is a Fairbairn, Ms Coleen. I never for once thought we stood a chance” The voice of Valerie pitched in.
Oh, in as much as the words of Valerie left me most gutted, I couldn't help but think how true they were.
Truly we never stood a chance.
I had in fact gone head-on with one of the most powerful names in the hotel business, if not even greater in the corporate world, and I was only a fool to think that we were indomitable.
Oh, damn the man you are, Wesley Fairbairn.
Surely, the bastard would pay for this. I would make certain of it!
“It must have been rigged!” I ranted. “He must have bribed them or something, perhaps serenaded them at Heathrow upon arrival, it must have been something!” I half-yelled.
“Should I get you your monét?”
Oh, Valerie was only being a sweetheart!
I knew it too! I was already throwing a fit, but tell me what there was to avoid, when The Fairbairns were slowly taking all that was mine, and if nothing so happened to be done, I would only be two rages away from losing it all.
Now turning to Valerie, I grabbed my purse, snatching my keys off the coffee table.
“You just lost your mother, Miss Coleen” Valerie dropped the bomb I had done my best ignoring all morning.
“Shouldn't you be more concerned about that?” She followed in a most mellow tone, awaiting a reaction from me, yet, all I could think about was Lily. I was certain she would be at the hospital, concluding every final rites and every thing necessary to have the body sent to the funeral home.
She had done the only thing she felt was my concern—Enlightening me on the circumstances at hand, and perhaps, if I cared a thing in the world, I would show up at home preparing to have a befitting burial for our mother, so much for her to finally go rest with her husband.
Even now thinking about it, I wondered where she would have loved us burying her.
She always spoke of cremations like they were the holiest thing in the afterlife.
She acquired such nonsense off those fictive books which kept her company all day long.
‘If someday I leave this cruel world, I would rather have my remains blown into the wind, soaring me a chance to journey those lands my feet never got to cross, than being stuck six feet deep somewhere under this foul earth’ She would always say.
And now here it was, striking me like a thief in the night, yet I couldn't even bring myself to come to a conclusion on my mother.
“Miss Coleen?” The voice of Valerie snatched me to reverie
“I’ll be fine” I turned to her. “I’ll be gone for the night… do ensure to have every staff lock up”
“Do you need me to call the chauffeur?” The voice of Valerie trailed after me, but I bothered not slowing a step. I was already past the door, headed in just one direction.
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