Maybe This Time

CHAPTER ONE: WHO ARE WE NOW?

CHAPTER ONE: WHO ARE WE NOW?

It's like you're living your life with fragments from the past...

I let out a deep sigh.

Every memory seems like a haunting ghost that keeps on sneaking at anything and anywhere.

I am no more that weak, easily manipulated silent girl. I am now an accomplished Marketing and Advertisement Manager in a Multi Media Firm popularly owned by our European based and never-been-here CEO.

I am happy with what my life turned out to be after those drastic events...

I have my dream team with me; together we conquer every advertisement and promotion opportunity in the market. We are even quoted as the "Winning Team".

But whenever I succeed, there is always this part of me that I cannot fulfil.

There is this feeling of longing that I wish would just die because otherwise it's killing me, emotionally...

Minutes turned to hours, hours to days, days to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years... but here I am stuck on the same ground, again, that same ground where I realize how stupid I have been.

And as much as I want to elaborate with my early morning reflection, I need to gear up for another day in my competitive life, I go down now, the bus stop exactly before the signage, enough with the realization and wishful thinking for now.

Upon crossing the pedestrian, I've been nudging my colleague Jeanny, my close friend along with Dean,

"Yo, nice morning isn't?" she greeted chicly,

"Indeed, It is." I concluded with a smile, we entered Archana Building, ride the elevator to the 15th Floor and finally to our welcoming and very cosy office, the Marketing& Advertising Division. As always, this office gives me peace of mind every day no matter how stressful our next market target is, at least I'm occupied with some other things rather than to think of him...

** ** ** **

Florence, Italy

I am driving in my Ferrari 458 Spider convertible, lately I'm feeling seriously bored of what is happening in my life... meetings, functions, seminars, I need something to divert my attention to... and I know to myself what it is, or much better say who it is.. In the profound state of my reverie a phone call brought me back to reality...

"Good day, De Rege speaking." I said with a bit of Italian accent without looking who is the caller.

"My dear brother, it's me Victor!" Oh it's nice to hear from an old friend, Victor, my business partner, mentor, conscience and above all, partner in crime.

"Look whose calling?" I answered in a cheerful tone.

"Are you ready?" he asked in a very enthusiastic way,

"Ready for what?" I asked, what is it he's talking about??

"To hit the town! Don't tell me you forget your one and only promise to me for this year?" he ask, I can imagine him pouting, it really makes me laugh.

"Oh not actually, it's just that I've been seriously occupied this fast few days."

"I guess I know already where this is going now, why don't you just come home so you'll put to rest your stalking expertise and go see her face to face." Victor persuades,

"How I wish she will face me..." I said as I let out a deep sigh,

"I'll expect you the day after the next. Bye Archer, I mean Harold!" and he's out...

With Victor, I am always left with no choice; well actually this time it's my choice to have a NO choice.