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Five Years Later
Ed :
"Edgar wake up, we cannot afford to be late today", Dad almost coos in my ears. I know why, oh I exactly know why. Today he was in a good mood because after 10 years of hard work he was finally invited for the 'elite business group's party'. Its held every five years to award the outstanding business men of that period. It was a huge thing to be there. And I didn't know why I was being forced to go but dad said it was necessary that I was there too, so you know I can gain information from them for my future. This is what I had run from, I had run from my future. After travelling whole of Mexico, I returned home. I was depressed and sulking all around Mexico. Girls would often throw themselves on me but none of them was Jessandra. I tried to find her in every girl but I didn't find even a piece of her. I used to regret doing what I did, I regretted not taking her number, I regretted not asking for her address, I regretted not running after her. "Okay little boy, your suit has been kept in your closet, be ready soon", my father pats my back and exits the room. I wake up and sit on the velvety bed sheet, trying to stop myself from thinking about Jess. This was my everyday routine, waking up, thinking about Jess, go to work with my father, return, think about Jess, and sleep. I didn't have any picture of her, and she wasn't on any social media, I had to get over her, I have to get over her. I take a quick shower and apply cologne over my suit before wearing it. I wear it how it suits me, with the buttons open, no tie, a dark blue suit and dark blue shoes. I spray some serum on my hair and more gel, styling it in a way almost all boys nowadays do. There's a knock on my door, "Son are you done?", I don't say anything but walk outside. He pats me again, definitely in a good mood. I walk down the stairs of my mansion and past the extremely big and unnecessary hall. The chauffeur opens the door as I sit inside my father's limousine. The first time I came home after travelling it felt hard to fit in. Everything is in such a contrast. I haven't ate chips in a long time too, sleeping in Denny doesn't stand a chance, I bath twice, eat thrice and pee in a toilet. My dad hums beside me and I roll my eyes.
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We reach the venue, its a big white mansion with a lawn out front and I bet a hundred bucks there is a swimming pool in the backyard which gets cleaned everyday even though no one uses it. The lamp posts and benches in and around the lawn are spotlessly white. We stop in front of the doorway of the mansion and don't leave till the chauffeur opens the door. I go inside along with my dad, the decor is pitch black but the walls and ceiling, the same spotless white. Rich people dressed in expensive garments crowd the area. Every person holds a glass of champagne and while they drink it they hold their pinky up. Occasionally someone laughs with a hand over their mouth. Even if everyone is talking almost any sound is produced, everyone talks in hushed tones. We are given champagne too, I decline and Dad takes it. Dad approaches one of them and he too uses a hushed tone to speak, "Hello Mr Sullivan and hello to you too Mr Arnold, pleasure to be here with you gentlemen" and they 'quietly' laugh. Mr Sullivan I assume asks, "this must be your son?", My dad nods, "ah yes, Ed. Say hello Ed". I comply and give them both gentle handshakes, "Hello sir, pleasure meeting you". Mr Arnold adds, "Ed as in Edward?". No you dumbfuck, stop assuming things, your face is already irritating enough you bald eagle. "No sir, Edgar McCabe", I give them a tight lipped smile. "Ah sure son, let me tell you one thing about business", Sullivan crookedly smiles and gives his companions a look, one which says 'you know what I am talking about' and I know too, "its all about money, money, money" and the three of them clink their champagne glasses together, laughing. I fake smile and say, "Thank you sir for that bit of information" and Sullivan says, "I'm glad, I'm glad". Sure you are you hippo, what do you eat? Extra fats containing stuff? And there's an announcement, "Ladies and gentleman, assemble together the show is about to start" and there's a round of claps. A bald fat man stands on a small stage and goes on to give a long speech about how prestigious this award ceremony is. I don't listen even a bit of it, I look at the black chandelier instead. It looked so delicate, like it would break if you disturb it. Finally the awards giving away begins, to give away the first one another obese man takes stand, "I stand here with grief today," he starts, "5 years ago we lost a humble gentleman, one of the leading business man of this country, Steve Finn, my friends, isn't among us anymore, but always in our hearts, I would like to call on stage is daughter to take this very special award for being an outstanding businessman". The crowd lowly claps. The surname Finn catches my attention, I look at the stage with lots of attention. My heart leaps out as she comes on stage, in a maroon dress which drags along the floor, and sticks to her curves, the maroon matches her hair, and she sports a same coloured lipstick too. Her heels click against the marble and she gives a smile at the crowd. I sink lower and lower, her dad died that year? I am so guilty right now. I hear her voice as she says the acceptance speech, I don't even listen to the words I hear her voice. The soft, high pitched voice of hers. If you were to give her voice a colour it would be pink. She gets off the stage and awards proceed. I am internally battling right now about whether to go and talk to her or not. I will talk I decide. I tell my dad I am coming in a second and I follow her as she leaves. She walks slowly and gracefully in those maroon heels. I contemplate whether to call her Sandra, Jess or Jessandra. "Sandra" I call out finally. She stops in her tracks and turns to face me. Her eyes give a lot of what's she's feeling away. The blue sparkles and she licks her lips and proceeds to bite it. I step closer to her. "Eddie" she whispers.××
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