The letter that lied

Chapter 4

"Thank you for looking after me. Thank you, thank you, she repeated. "No, no, no, nothing, I said. "I was just doing what anyone else would have done in the same situation.

She smiled. "You know I used to have a daughter who will be your age now; seeing you reminds me of her." "I am so sorry," I said, trying to comfort her. "It's okay," she says.

"Ma'am, I will have to leave now; my work starts any minute from now. If you will give me any of your relatives numbers, I can call them to know you're here, she nodded her head, and a tear escaped her eyes. " "It's ok, you can go, sweetheart.".

My mind told me not to leave the woman there all by herself, and I am having thoughts she's homeless. I know I don't have much, but her staying a few days wouldn't do me any harm, and since the hospital discharged her a few minutes ago and she's better now, they will tell her to go, so I went and told her I have still got a few minutes before my shift starts. She agreed eventually and took her home. Thankfully, the old man has repaired the heater, for he doesn't know he just saved himself from the madness I was going to show him if he hadn't done it.

"Thank you, Alison, you have done so much for me already. I am going to leave before you return home from work, so you don't have to worry, okay?" "It's really nothing; you're my friend after all, ma'am. We can get to know each other more when I get home from work, so why don't you rest? I will be back," I said.

I got back home, and the lady sitting in a corner watching the sky cleared her throat to get her attention, and I sat up on my bed. She looked up and smiled.

"My daughter died five years ago in a plane crash on her way to see me, so all along I have wanted to kill myself because I felt she died because of me. She died today five years ago, but seeing a lady her age gave me some kind of hope. I just felt at ease to get someone to talk to since everyone kept distancing themselves from me. "Now that you know about me, I want to know about you also.".

I really don't want to tell a soul about my story, but maybe letting it out to someone will make me feel better. What happened to her daughter is very different from mine, and I don't know what I did to deserve a man that sent me a one-person ticket out of the country with a sum of one million dollars attached to it. The day I ran away, I made sure to leave the money on my dressing table and threw away the ticket. I know running away would be the best, but I didn't do anything wrong to be treated like that. I found out later on the bastard married someone else, and it hit me I must have been played all those years long. I don't know when I started crying, but I quickly composed myself, because marrying someone like Asher would be my biggest regret.

I told Mrs. Williams all my life, and the sorrows have passed through, although I omitted the part of the bastard name because I really want to keep a low profile before getting my life back together. I know I am not rich, and I don't have anything to my name, nor have I achieved anything, but the pain I felt for wasting five good years on a guy who doesn't deserve it is my biggest regret. We were interrupted by a knock on the door. I thought of wearing my facemask to answer but thought otherwise since the other person might find it rude because I had thought it was the landlord. I went along and opened the door, and then I regretted my choice.

"Do you have a visitor over? This house is only for you, and your visitor must leave today, or you will have to pay for the electricity they use, okay?" Do you understand?

"Hmm hmm" is the only word I can utter, and I went back inside.

The knock came again, and this time around I picked up my facemask and opened the door angrily.

"I said I heard you! Ohh, I didn't mean it like that. I started composing myself when the receiver turned out to be a guy I didn't recognize. I took off the mask.

"I got a call from Mrs. Williams. She's here, ma'am. I'm sorry for disturbing you." Said the guy. I turned my head inside to look at the woman, and she nodded and began to stand up and move closer to me.

"Sorry, Alison, I forgot to inform you that I called Lucas to pick me up because I don't want you to feel uncomfortable in your home and am really thankful for today, Alison. I look forward to having lunch with you in the future to get to know each other more, she said. Before getting into a luxurious car with the guy called Lucas, the woman didn't strike me as rich in any way. I locked the door and went

Two months later

I hurried to my new part-time job in a luxurious restaurant. I began serving my first customer and was shocked; it was Mrs. Williams and some people. She smiled after seeing me and asked how I had been. I gave her my reply with a bright smile and went away to serve other customers.

I reached home and under my door is a letter attached to it. I took it and went inside. What I read inside shocked me. It was a letter for me to work for the second most popular company in the world. I was so excited that I even began to look at the sender, which I did. Immediately, and it was from a Mrs. Williams Grace. The name struck me, and I remember Mrs. Williams I met at work today. She must be the one right, and they are looking for a person to become the CEO.

Eventually the D-Day came, and I dressed in one of my best outfits and made my way to the company. I saw the receptionist, and she seemed to recognize me immediately.

"Madam is waiting for you inside, Miss Alison Water," she said, and I made my way up the stairs to her office. The whole room is glamorous and big. I opened the door and met a man there, the same man who came to pick Mrs. Williams up two months ago.

"Lucas, you can leave us." I heard Mrs. Williams voice. She was standing up facing the window that looked out to the big city outside. It seems strange that I am the only one here; I thought they were hiring. Lucas walked out the door and closed it.

"Hi ma'am, I said, trying to clear the tension. In the room holding my files, on the other hand, I feel so small in this big room with a rich person; the other day I wasn't.

She turned a smile plastered on her face. "Welcome Alison," she said. "You can have your seat, dear.".

"Thanks you, I said, almost stuttering".