Aurora
I couldn't shake off the feeling of having just snapped out of oblivion. From her apology to the exchange of contacts and the gibberish conversation in between, I found myself standing still, her business card in hand, waving as she drove off to God knows where, leaving our situation unattended. I made my way back to my car, devastated, trying to figure out my next move.
My best option seemed to be heading straight to the office, ready to explain and perhaps exaggerate what had happened to the car. I planned to gaslight my GM into thanking Providence that I hadn't lost my life in the supposed fatal accident.
Arriving at the office late was another blow, made worse by the unexpected presence of my MD. I could sense his disappointment, but I was more preoccupied with my own disappointment at letting that lady walk away after all she had put me through.
I resolved to call her immediately after dealing with the fallout at work, intending to explain myself to my MD and GM, who were sure to question my tardiness and disoriented appearance. But just as I was steeling myself to face them, guess who walked in?
Madam Beautiful Destroyer.
She entered with a radiant smile, showcasing her perfect teeth, and headed straight to my MD, embracing him like a long-lost lover. It felt like a bullet to the chest, a million questions swirling in my head. Who was she? Why did she seem to appear wherever I went? Was she after me, my life, or something else entirely? Not only had she thrown me off balance, but she had also tracked me down to work, seemingly intent on finishing what she had started earlier.
Before I could even begin to untangle my thoughts or understand my emotions, I was summoned by my MD.
Today, it seemed, I was getting fired.
