Chapter Six
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Alyssa opened the door to her rundown apartment slowly to stifle the creaking sound. Walking in, she switched on the light on the dark house and the light came on immediately. She allowed her eyes to adjust to the brightness of the room and began to survey the sparsely furnished room. A rat ran from the corner and another one followed it. She sighed and dragged her tired body, she sat on the small bed.
The bed was the only furniture that she owned and the only furniture in the room except the wardrobe. She had no sofa or a cupboard. She was broke. Scratch that; she was poor.
As she sat on the bed, she thought about how horrible her day had been and a tear slipped from her eyes. She had been ridiculed and humiliated because she was looking for a job.
She was confused and worried. New York was not as rosy as she thought. She had never thought she would have to fight this hard to get a job.
A part of her wanted to call Maya and apologize but she decided against it because she feared her mother might never answer her call not after she had left that night without telling her. She knew she had broken the poor woman's heart and she was not ready to show up until she had gotten the life of her dreams.
Alyssa dragged the last piece of bread that she had kept near the bed. Thankfully, the rats had not eaten it yet. She ate it hungrily and gulped a cup of water, her hunger pangs quietened but she knew it wouldn't be long before she got hungry again.
She had very little money to sustain her, she had eaten deep into her savings and couldn't afford to go bankrupt. Right now, she needed a job so badly and she had to do everything within her to get one.
Alyssa reached for her phone in her pocket to search online for job postings but felt a plastic beside her phone.
Pulling it out curiously, she stared at the complimentary card she had picked earlier on the floor and realized had almost forgotten about it.
She stared at the numbers on the card and a part of her wanted her to call the number and ask for a job but she decided against it. It would be wrong to call the CEO to ask for a job. She studied the company's name and decided that she'd visit there to apply tomorrow.
Who knows, the odds could be in her favour this time.
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Dylan was looking for her–the young lady he had met that night.
Like a thief, she had sneaked into the corners of his heart and planted herself there and now, no matter how he tried to let go, he couldn't forget her.
Dylan had been thinking about her endlessly. At the office, at home, everywhere he went. And just today, he could even swear that he had heard her voice earlier today when he went out to clear his head.
He didn't know how long these thoughts would consume him. He had never thought about any girl this way, he had always been a hard man but why was this different? Why did her memory hold a sort of mystery he had to unravel?
Thinking about her now, he realized that he didn't even know her name and neither had he asked for her phone number. He had just let her slip through his fingers and now, he was stuck with her memory.
Today, Dylan had driven all the way from New York to the Countryside and was sitting in his car, right at the spot where they had met two weeks ago. He had been sitting there for three hours and though there was no sign of her, he didn't want to give up because he didn't want to miss her.
“When are we leaving, sir?” His driver's voice interrupted him, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He glared at his driver. “Don't you ever question me again. We’ll stay here for as long as I want. This is your job and I pay you for it. Understood?”
The driver shook his head and said nothing.
“You didn’t reply me. Do you understand?” Dylan asked again.
“Yes sir,” the driver responded.
“Good.”
Dylan sighed and loosened his tie. He hated it when his employees complained. Didn't they know what they were to do when they decided to apply for a job?
He checked his wristwatch to see that it was almost midnight and felt bad for his reaction almost immediately. His driver had a family to return to and he was taking that away from him. But he wouldn't apologize, he never did. He was his employee and he didn't deserve his apology.
He reclined into his seat and silence filled the car. A few minutes later, the blaring of his phone interrupted the silence.
He looked at the phone to see it was Catharina calling. He frowned and swiped to the red button, he wasn't in the mood to discuss with her. She annoyed him so much.
Also, why was she calling him so late at night? Wasn't she supposed to speak to his assistant or tell him about it the next morning?
The phone rang again and he wiped his temples in frustration. He pushed the phone aside and shut his eyes for a moment.
“Your phone is ringing,” his driver said, stating the obvious.
“I know,” He replied curtly. “I'm not deaf.”
“But sir, it's Catharina. Something might be wrong at the office, you–”
“Catharina shouldn't be at the office now, Catharina should be at home resting. Ignore it.”
A few minutes later, the ringing stopped and his phone beeped. He looked to see that a message had come in.
He picked up the phone and unlocked it to see a message from Catharina. It read;
Where are you, Dylan? Your mother just got in an accident and she's been taken to the hospital.
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