just a girl

      Chapter 1

"So tell me what happens when one dies? Do we loose that person forever ? Do they leave this corporeal world and go into this other dimension? what exactly happens? so many questions but no answers. maybe life is just a question to be not answered but experience but then what about death?" I can't help but ponder and put myself in a state of quandary. Today's  4th of July exactly a year from last year's 4th of July when I was left to fend for myself in this tumultuous sea alone.

So here I am on top of this building looking at the city lights and pondering. somehow this , in this very moment I can feel the cool air brush past my body and the thought that each soul out there is hustling in  the bustle of the city takes away the gnawing feeling of loneliness within me. As I am deep in my train of thoughts I can see someone at the other end of the terrace cursing someone on the phone. In the darkness I can barely see the person all I can see is a silhouette of this person , this tall broad shouldered silhouette. But there's something in his voice that quaked something within me.  There was this edge in his voice and at the same time a hint of vulnerability that almost vibrated throughout my body.

I never knew a voice can do that to you. I suppressed the urge to go to that stranger and ask him if he's doing okay. Just as I was contemplating this thought I see him taking stairs to go down. I am assuming unlike me he's a resident of this building. Ever wondered how in this very moment a fraction of people are suffering in the world but still there's this other fraction who are happy.

I too leave decide to go back to my  apartment which is couple of blocks away. I love walking somehow walking helps me weave coherent thoughts. Its past at 12 when I turn in the key and let myself in the apartment . I see my roommate Jody asleep on couch with a uncorked wine bottle on the table. All the pondering, wondering has exhausted me and I fall asleep as soon as I hit the bed.

I wake up to Jody screaming "Fudge ! I am late what have I come to? Ava!! wake up Ava I am off there's fresh pot of coffee for ya "  I hear the apartment door shut and I decide to leave my bed and fetch a cup of the brew. when you are unemployed   and on the verge of a life crisis you need to be caffeinated to push through the day of endless job applications and city buses. Pushing that thought aside I turn on the news and take a sip of coffee.  The headline catches my attention. "Mr Vaughn has died . The Billionaire's family is distraught. The event of his death is indeed termed as suspicious. "

Mr Vaughn was the one of the richest person . He had monopoly over all industries in fact even in international trade. Now that he was dead there surely was a question who will inherit the vast empire?  It just feels strange just yesterday night I was on the terrace of one of the building which was built by his company. Either way Its almost 10:30 Am and I have a bus at 11 so I turn the TV off and start to get ready.

Chapter 2

Its 11:05 I barely made it to the bus. Thanks to the downpour. I get it , you know that the world renews , when it starts to rain. Rain has been glorified and romanticized by great poets for eons. The greenery that flourishes after a rain can thaw any ruthless heart. The droplets that resemble the pearl fill one's heart with glee. For many people rain is synonymous to love, romance something beautiful. But for me, I have always hated rain . I do understand the importance of it. It's just the dark clouds that form the canopy which keeps sunshine at bay for day at times makes me gloomy. However, there's something vengeful in today's rain it's almost like nature's angry at the world and somehow the rain is indication of it.

These thoughts kept my mind occupied the entire ride. I reach the "Seolite Industries headquarters"  the building's massive with these glass walls . I can't help but admire this architectural wonder. Finally , after marveling I decide to go in. I tell the guard that I have an interview for the secretary's post . The guard gives me a card which will give me temporary guest access to the premises.

I thank him and go into lift and  press 24 . The head of the seolite's  industries is at 24th floor. As the lift opens I swipe my card and I see plethora  of people sharply dressed and most probably graduated from ivy leagues and making a comfortable living and here I was wearing the only one good dress I had , which I had bought from the 99 cent store , graduated from some community college who barely made any money from waiting tables. I push these thoughts aside and tell myself I am here and I deserve a shot at life the same way these white collars have had.  I go towards the reception and the receptionist points me towards the end of the corridor and asks me to wait on the couch .

I abide and sit on the couch waiting for the head of the seolite industries  "Sebastian Tudor" outside his cabin. From what I had heard he was one of the most eligible bachelor and not to mention filthy rich. Somehow , fascinatingly after being in limelight as long as he has been one cannot not have a scandal. But his reputation was impeccable. One of the greatest philanthropist . His charities are well known and well funded. If anything I was definitely anxious to  meet him. To  interview, for being his secretary was about to be one of the most difficult thing I was about to do.