Abandoned, Yet Chosen Again

Keira “I am really sorry sir.” Where the words came out of my mouth with the sudden shock. I quickly glanced at the old man I just bumped in to. “Oh my god is he really “The Kevin Ewald “. I mean I think he is the business tycoon. Rumor has it that he is about to retire and pass his business to his grandson Luke Ewald. I took the book from the ground and dusted it before I handed it to him. I was unable to make a straight face. He was staring at me from head to toe. Not the type of stare which makes you feel disgusted or uncomfortable. But the kind which makes you feel like you are being read like an open book. “Its fine sweet child, I wasn’t looking where I was going either.” I don’t know what to say. It’s not like every day where you meet a legendary billionaire. I tried my best to give a sweet smile and walk away as if I didn’t bump into Kevin Ewald. The CEO of “The Ewald’s destinations”. “What is your name?” He asked when I was about to turn around. “It’s umm Keira, Keira Curie.” My response was shaky. I felt like I was being questioned like a criminal in a court room. Oh god I should really work on my paranoia. He is just being nice. Isn’t it? “Would you mind walking me to the bench over their?” Yep, this is not good. One of the most powerful people in the world asked me to guide him to the park bench nearby. I mean look at his attire. Armani, Dior. Now look at me. I am wearing the lilac dress I picked up from the store by accident when I was trying to act as if I was not trying to hide from my ex and his new hot girlfriend. I don’t even like the dress; The fabric is so uncomfortable. But the dresses cost me a good $50 and let’s be honest I am too broke to be wasting $ 50. So here I am guiding Kevin Ewald to a park bench wearing it. When we reached the bench, he asked me to sit while I complied with his request, I was terrified. I mean I should be right? This is not normal. “You look like you are struggling with life, and you are tired of it.” That was not a question. That was a statement. I was right earlier. I was being read like an open book.” What do you do for a living? Don’t worry. I can read people’s face and I don’t mean to pry but you seem so kind I just wanted to ask.” he asked a small smile blooming on his face. “I am a teacher. A long-term sub. My contract is about to end. I haven’t figured it out yet and I don’t have a relative I can rely on until I find a new job. I mumbled looking at the tip of my shoe. “I am an orphan” I don’t know why I added the last part. I mean I am a 22-year-old adult. Out of orphanage. When I looked up, he nodded as if telling me to go on. “I might not even want to be working as a teacher anymore. It is so tiring plus the pay is low and I always wanted to do something of my own instead of …. Well, this. But my options are limited. Being an orphan and all. I am glade that I get to at least attend college.” I poured my heart out to him it’s hard not to. I eventually must let it out. I don’t have many friends or close friends, most of them are colleagues, old classmates whom I never got the courage to approach enough to be close. So here I am pouring my heart out to an old man whom I just met. He gave me a thoughtful but warm look. That may be one reason I poured my heart out to him. He seemed so kind and sweet and a bit sad. He makes me feel loved. The kind of love people receive from their family members. The kind of love I long for. I smiled at him blinking tears. “You said you want to do something of your own? what exactly you have your mind on?” He asked, giving me a warm smile. I didn’t read that he was sweet from any news article. They must be blind, or he does not show the sweet side to the world. “I, I, I have always wanted to become an author. But teaching life does not give me much time to do anything else.” I answered softly. This is getting personal minute by minute, yet I don’t mind. He put a business card on my hand and said “come work for me Keira. As an English tutor to my grandson Liam. I assume you did Your degree on English as you wanted to be an author. I will pay you double the amount your tiring temporary job does. But I want my grandson to be thriving on English.” I don’t know why but I have never felt this way when someone assumed anything about me this accurately.