CHAPTER 2:THE TRAFFIC
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In a city sprawled beneath a canvas of towering glass and steel, streetlights painted the streets in a warm, artificial glow, and the distant hum of traffic melded with the ambient sounds of laughter and conversation.
It's a lovely morning. Isabella had been on a spot for more than fifteen minutes without any hope of the light turning green. She felt so impatient, anxious, and frustrated.
The motel where Isabella passed the night was just a few kilometers from Stark's office.
Stark Juvenile was a young billionaire who was born in Denver and has all his companies in Denver as well.
He was so passionate and ready to do anything to obtain the ownership of Johnson Ranch, and the only Johnson still on earth is Isabella.
She rejected every offer placed before her by the Starks men. The ranch is located in the heart of Ohio. She sees the ranch as the only thing connecting her to her ancestors.
She is ready to do everything to prevent such a thing from happening. Because of that, she traveled down here to make her decision known to the boss himself.
She felt probably his men aren't delivering her message to their boss, or probably the boss himself is being adamant, affirming what people in and out of Denver had said about him.
Whether they are right or wrong, that wasn't one of her concerns. Isabella only cares about how she will stop him from acquiring what she cherishes most in this world.
"What the hell is going on there? She yelled from behind.
"Relax madame. It's an accident!" A chauffeur just in the next lane responded.
"Why is this taking so much time? She said as she pulled her head out of her car to have a better view of whatever was going on ahead, just a few meters away.
She felt the rotation of people's heads toward her. Like hundreds of eyes on her with a look depicting that she just acted weird and impatient.
"They're working on it. In a few minutes, we will be out of this," the same chauffeur responded.
She couldn't just afford a smile in return for that. She is so pissed at everything. A range of anger has taken over every bit of her. She tried every means, tried different therapies on herself, and took a deep breath to keep herself calm, but none of them turned out to be effective.
The only option she knew to solve the underlying problem and make it all go away was getting rid of Stark Juvenile, and she won't be able to do that if she doesn't appear in his office before he embarks on his next trip.
"Oh my God! This is bullshit." She said this as she hit her hand on the wheel. "I can't believe I'm stuck here.
"I need to get myself out of this spot right now. I mean right now!"
She looked around, trying to figure out the possibility. Unfortunately, she couldn't.
" Ehhh! Don't try anything stupid! You can't move your retro out of there." A passerby said this as he walked past her car.
"Thank you." She replied with a gloomy look.
"s**t, this is inexorable. I hope this gets cleared very soon. That spoiled psychotic brate thinks he could always have things his way."
"If it has always worked out for him, this will definitely be a failure for him. Not my ranch. Never!" She said this as she turned off the engine and thought of the next thing to do.
"No way! That is not going to happen." She said this as she adjusted her seat and assumed a resting posture.
A few minutes later, a man in a black suit came out of his car just behind Isabella's and hit the tip of his middle finger on Isabella's windshield.
He did that for a few seconds before Isabella could notice someone standing by her car. She seemed to have given up on leaving the spot any time sooner.
Immediately she noticed, she adjusted the driver's seat, tuned down the volume of the radio, and stretched out her head towards the rearview mirror to get a glimpse of what had really happened when she was off.
The man in the black suit saw all that and her reactions. He was relentlessly pointing at the traffic lights.
"It's green already. Move it!" He said it repeatedly.
Immediately, she realized that she was fine but failed to get the message. He stepped backward a bit, observed her for a few seconds, and then threw his hands into the air as he returned to his car and joined the other lane.
"The driver seems fine, but not in her right state of mind." He said this to other people in those cars behind and to passersby who were worried. They are afraid that something bad must have happened to her.
She read his reaction as the man walked back to his car.
Instantly, she asked herself a series of questions because she felt she was definitely missing something: "What is really going on? Did I do anything wrong?"
She didn't figure out the cause of such a reaction from people she had never met before. Then she shrugged and tried to assume her initial posture and tune up the volume of the radio.
The next second, she realized what she had done.
"Oh my God!!"
How long have I been left behind? She saw vehicles already moving in the other lane, and from the rearview mirror, she noticed vehicles behind her were already joining the other lanes.
She felt embarrassed for the scene she had just created.
Before she could get the engine on, all the cars behind her had already joined the other lane and zoomed off.
"I'm sorry...!
Really Sorry..!" She said as she zoomed off the spot.
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