Sariah is strategic.
She has a religion. She follows rules. She knows what she wants. After finishing high school, she graduated in the top five percent of her class at university and is now embarking on her newest, most exciting journey; working...
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The hotel is beautiful, to say the least. From the balcony, all I can see is green—almost as if a green covering was used to blanket the face of the earth. It's so smooth, seamless even and at different crevices, the green darkened, taking on a shape of it's own. When I stepped out onto the patio the very first time, it hadn't been the view that winded me up, it was the smell. Something about the combination of wet soil— as it was raining— moss, and tree stump that had my mouth watering. It produced a strong, earthy, metallic smell that had me sniffing the atmosphere like a crazed animal. As much as I love my house here in the countryside, I'm not sure I'll be missing it any at all whilst I'm here. Safe to say, the woods alone will keep me happy for the duration of this trip.
We're scheduled to stay in the penthouse with Mr. Piffler since it will only be the three of us working out of town. The penthouse itself contains a great number of rooms—all with individual bathrooms, a kitchen, a gym, a living area and a pool on the ground floor. We've been given separate rooms of our choosing.
I chose the room which had the best view of the forest, obviously, and that is only a room away from Arman's— not that it matters... It has floor-to-ceiling windows, a California King-sized bed, a very stylish bathroom, a balcony and a vanity area. Spacious but otherwise empty. I had planned to decorate it before I reached as the minimalistic design of the room gave 'economical chic' but after experiencing the view for myself, I have no complaints about the approach. I'm sure customers aren't paying for the non-exquisite design of the rooms but the breathtaking view and having an over the top interior would somewhat take away from that.
The house I told Arman about, the house my mother gifted me to compensate for all the 'hurt' she caused was because she knew of my love for the forest. When Singh tricked me into visiting the house under the pretence that he was going to buy it, I fell in love immediately. So in love that I convinced him to purchase it just so I could move out here and live with him. And if he didn't, I'd get it with my own money. The furniture, the modern designs, the technological aspect of the entire house; it was a dead giveaway that it was my dream place. But of course, the house was already bought, and it was bought by none other than my mother.
I wanted nothing to do with it after that. It took me months to convince myself I could not accept the gift and worst of all, live in the damned beautiful, God-sent, built to perfection house. I know at this point you'd expect me to explain why not but it's a complicated issue with the easiest explanation being: I wanted nothing to do with my mother, still don't. And to be honest, I never want to discuss why I have such a deep disdain for her.
When we got settled in the hotel, Arman told us we have the day to get acquainted and prepare for tomorrow. He also offered to purchase dinner, with the option of choosing whatever we want and reminded us for the duration of the stay we have uncharged and unlimited room service. I must've walked into heaven because, how could I resist such sweet temptation? Unlimited food... At that, I decided I was going to take a walk through the forest just to take in the fresh air and reminisce on good days before I did so.
