Unexpectedly Finding You

I. New York

Inclement was the only way to describe the weather in New York during the end of winter. Gray skies were fading away, letting go of all the negativity, and bringing small rays of light. Although there were sun rays, the wind still brought intense coldness. The rain was constantly falling, leaving most people inside homes. The highest temperature so far has been 55 degrees, meaning the winter was harsh weather. In the road, cars were covered in drops of water from the humidity, making it hard to see. To the workers, it had been some of the worst times due to the traffic. For me, it was like any other day.

Driving, my chofer, Kyle, stopped at a red light. Normally, I would be on my phone making appointments with clients, contacting important people or simply, on my social media. As I sat in the backseat, I looked out the foggy window, hardly being able to recognize anything. Through the water drops running down, the images became clearer but everything around that narrow path was continued to be blurry. I looked away and flattened my long khaki coat. The chofer checked on me through the mirror. I smiled as I saw him accelerate.

"I promise we won't take long," he said, sweetly smiling back. Concentrated on the road, Kyle didn't make any stops until we were near a huge building. The windows reflected the sky and the rain from outside. People in suits walked in and out of the building. Kyle opened the car door for me and I thanked him. With an umbrella opened, he protected both of us from the rain until we reached the front door of the building. Routinely, he opened the door and I let myself inside, thanking Kyle and begging him to take a break. He nodded.

Kyle Tanner was in his early thirties, and he has worked for my family for over ten years. He was in his twenties when he was in need of a job and my dad gave assigned him to be my chofer. He was a tall man with great physical features, including his face. His uniform makes him look fit from his upper body. His eyes are a soft shade of blue which is very close to green. His hair is a dirty blonde color, making him have model qualities. Although I have encouraged him to be one, he always answers with a no. Then, he explains that he loves to work for our family since he is treated fairly and taken care of. I always nod and pretend to listen to the same speech.

Inside of my office, I removed my coat and hung it in around my chair. I didn't sit down instead I walked to the heater controls and fixed the warmth. I sat behind my desk and opened a drawer. I grabbed a file that contained documents that my father, the boss of this company, and I had to sign. Opening it, I started to read every finest word carefully and thinking of different scenarios. The deal of this client looked interesting through the writing but as the words continued, I concluded that I was not going to give a signature. As a company, we would lose too much money and the workers would earn less. I didn't want that. I didn't allow mistreatment nor unfair payment.

Picking up the office phone, I dialed three digits that contacted my father to tell him that I have denied the deal. After a couple of rings, his assistant picked up.

"Hello, this is Ronald. How may I help you?"

"Hey, Ron. Is my dad in his office?"I asked, lazily because I hated waiting to get transferred.

"Yes, I'll put you right with him," he said and the line went silent. There was background music playing and then the shuffling of a phone.

"Hello?" my father's voice asked.

"Dad, I have gone through the proposal and I have denied it due to the fact of loss of money to us and the workers."

"Loss of money? The contract sounded very convincing to me," he said and chuckled, deeply.

"The technique used in the proposal was most likely from a professional writer and looked over by an advertiser," I explained. "Do not be fooled by the writing."

"Alright, you are the expert with numbers and the boss's daughter," he said and I could hear typing.

"Would you like me to set up a meeting with them or send an email?"

"Send an email," he said, "and make it convincing so that they know we analyzed it good." I nodded even though he couldn't see me.

"I'll get right on it," I said and hung up. I turned on my computer and tapped my fingers, waiting for the screen to be set up. After I finished stapling some pages together, the company's logo appeared.

The Royal Company was founded by my great-grandfather, meaning I am the fourth generation to be working for the company. Unlike most companies, we focused on three completely different things: real estate, law offices, and restaurants. We had four main buildings just in the city of New York. Each one focused on each category while ours, the main building, ran all of it. We were known internationally for our valuable services and amazing food, but I give all the credit to the chefs for those meals.

Logging in to my work account, I started to type the email. Making it as descriptive and comprehensive as it could be, I referred to different quotes in their text for evidence. I highlighted specific things and made comments about the unpersuasive phrases. Typing fast and accurately, I became aware of the time. I almost had a break. In the morning, I had decided to eat at the building's cafeteria so that Kyle didn't drive back.

With a salad, two chocolate chip cookies, and a coke, I was able to obtain a full stomach. I sat with one of my best friends who was chugging a cup of water because she still had to finish calculating the future profits of the company for this year. She had become aware of her procrastination.

"Madeline, you need to calm down. My father will not be upset," I said.

"That's because he's your father. He's my boss. Plus, he needs to present this data tomorrow at the meeting." I had forgotten we had a meeting tomorrow. I laughed and took another cookie from a plate.

Madeline had honey brown eyes and blonde hair that looked like gold. It was neatly put in a bun. Her makeup was light enough to bring a professional look. She wore dress pants, heels, and a white shirt. Her personality was very bright, full of humor, but during deadlines, she stressed too much.

Walking back to my office, I stood looking at the window not knowing what to do. My reflection was portrayed as the rain fell from the outside. I had a beautiful view of New York City. Although it was raining, somehow, everything seemed covered in light.