Chapter 2. Boss Call
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2. Boss Call
Sabrina's Point of View:
Present....
Regardless of how many months have passed, the pain and loneliness are as fresh as if everything happened yesterday.
If it hadn't been for my 'Angel,' as I called the man in my dreams because he was my guardian angel sent by my parents to look after me, I don't think I would have gotten this far.
After three months since my parents' deaths, I was so exhausted from crying my heart out that I didn't realise when sleep consumed me, and that was the first time I saw my angel.
At first, I was perplexed because his gesture was unlike anything I'd ever seen in my life. Something in his chocolate-brown orbs seemed to entice me to approach him.
I felt alive the next day for the first time in months. My thoughts kept returning to a handsome stranger whose giggles and smirk didn't seem to leave my mind for even a second.
At night, I expected to see him standing near the same bridge, waiting for me as I exited some building, smiling as soon as he noticed me standing there. That's what I dreamed about the first time I dreamed.
But that didn't happen, so I waited a week and shrugged those thoughts off, thinking they were just a figment of my imagination.
After another three days of no show, I was desperate to the point where I felt like I was reverting to my depressed self, repeating the same dream over and over.
Then I happened to run into him again. When he asked why I was waiting for him, it felt surreal. I simply shrugged my shoulders.
Seeing him brought me comfort, and as he cradled me in his arms, I felt at ease.
Since then, I've seen my angel every now and then, and I didn't realise how much I was falling for him.
I would look for his face everywhere, but I haven't found anyone who even bears a passing resemblance to him, and I've accepted that and am willing to wait as long as it takes.
I have to leave for work right now. That's how I've been distracting myself from all of my ailments.
I prepare to leave for work. I dress modestly, wearing a simple full-sleeved top with black jeans. I apply light makeup, just some sunscreen, blush, and mascara to enhance my natural voluminous, long lashes, and then I apply lip gloss to my pink lips.
I let my hair hang loose in natural curls because someone told me I looked better with my hair open... If you haven't already guessed, that was said by my angel.
Taking my bag from the closet and stuffing it with necessities, I leave my home, a home that isn't my home, a home where beings bring happiness, a home where someone is waiting for you to return, but all I see in front of me is an abandoned structure with a picket fence where once a happy family lived.
With a sigh, I pick up the phone and call Stacy, my assistant journalist and acquaintance.
"Good morning, ma'am; how are you?" The sound of Stacey's voice reaches my ears.
"Good morning, Stacey. Could you please confirm with Mr. Finn where I need to report today?" I inquire of Stacey.
"Just a second, ma'am, I'll get back to you," I hear on the other end of the line.
After a while of being online, I hear shuffling again...
"Yes, Mr. Finn requested that you report here; he stated that he has a few things to discuss with you," Stacey explained.
"Alright, thanks for the help, Stacey," I said, "and how many times have I told you to address me by my name?"
"Sorry, I'll try not to do it again," she says, rubbing the back of her neck.
I get into my black Audi, which my father gave me for my 20th birthday about 8 months ago... Sitting in it always heals my wounds, so I thought I'd go back in time to when he first handed me the keys for this.
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