Loving Cynthia Daily

Chapter 1

Cynthia

Cynthia Daily was known by her friends and family as a force to be reckoned with. Her presence alone commanded attention, not just because of her striking beauty, but because of the unwavering kindness and determination that exuded from her being.

She had a way of lighting up a room with her infectious laughter and genuine warmth, yet underneath it all, there was a lingering sense of loneliness that weighed heavy on her soul. Despite her many accomplishments and successes, Cynthia yearned for a connection that went beyond surface level interactions.

Thoughts drifted to the recent events in her life. Despite her many accomplishments and successes, a sense of loneliness had crept into her heart, casting a shadow over even the brightest moments. She longed for someone to share her joys and sorrows with, someone who would see past the facade of perfection she presented to the world and understand the complexities that lay beneath.

She stood an average 5 feet 7 inches tall with a strong and athletic build. Her dark chocolate brown skin seemed to glow in the light, highlighting her big brown eyes and full plump lips. Her hair was beautiful kinky curls that she often styled into a neat ponytail or a bun at the nape of her neck. Her waist was petite and accentuated by her round hips - it was enough to make any heart skip a beat. 

What good did that do her now all her past lovers were pathological liars, or users. they loved being associated with her because of her beauty and how she made them look or just wanted to have a a casual fling. 

A few years ago she swore off dating completely and only recently decided to go back on the dating market, boy how she was beginning to regret it. If she thought the dating scene was bad before this time it seemed like there was a brewing cesspit of trashy men that had been dumped into the market. She was beginning to regret on purely focusing on growing her career and turning down so not so bad choices in her past at college.

As I slouched in my seat, the sweltering atmosphere of the office only seemed to worsen as the sun rose higher in the sky. Each breath felt like a weight on my chest, and I was drenched in sweat. Wiping away a droplet that had formed on my forehead, I could feel another forming almost immediately. 

The room felt like a sauna; no matter how hard the outdated air conditioner struggled, it made little difference. Despite my repeated requests for a new unit, my boss stubbornly refused, insisting on saving every penny they could. I still didn't understand why as it's not as if we couldn't afford it he had bought a new luxury car the other day with his company bonus. He was so proud he made the entire office come out and see it.

The guy had permanent sweat patches under his arm pits and back, no matter the weather; a pompous beer belly and a toupee that looked like someone had purposely ran over it twice, then threw it back on his head. Not to mention he was an egotistic, chauvinistic narcissist who thought he knew everything. Thankfully he was off vacationing somewhere. I never cared to ask, I was just happy he was gone, we all were. When I first started at Taylor Young, I desperately wanted to fit in and create a good impression I had overlooked his impolite remarks and sarcastic comments knowing that it wouldn't do any good, or get me anywhere. Least to say, I'm content to stay as I actually love my job.

The company had been going through a downsizing, as corporate was trying to cut costs, it was my job to do the firing and break the news to some of my closest colleagues that they will be losing their jobs. This was the part of my job I hated, I've always been a people pleaser and could think of plenty of things I would rather be doing but this was all a part of the job. This particular day I had just let go 3 members of staff which amounted to the large stack of papers I had accumulated on my desk. 

Looking reluctantly at it I know if I don't get started it would only get bigger. As I survey my office, I hadn't realised the amount of time I'd spent working within these 4 pale grey walls. I tried to liven up the space by adding plants, mainly different types of cactuses and a fern I tried flowers but they never lasted long, I'm not the best at remembering to water them. My desk was a dark mahogany colour with a picture of me and my parents at my graduation ceremony at Sicaria University.