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Sarah flew out of the car in haste and almost stumbled whilst rushing to the front door. I didn’t know the full story, but her aunt was important to her, that much was a given. You don’t just drop everything for someone you didn’t give a f**k about. I remembered she stated that her aunt was sick and needed surgery. That was why she applied to be my Personal Assistant initially.
Where were her parents? Where they dead? Alive?
I pushed those questions away from my mind and closed the car door. The neighborhood she lived in was quaint and peaceful, the typical middle-class suburban one you’d find in ’90s TV shows. The streets were quiet except for the hooting of the owls and the streets were illuminated by the lights turned on by the homeowners.
As I leaned on the hood of my car, I
