The Road Of Autumn [Interracial/WWBM]✔️

Chapter Six: Doctor Ashley

As a child, you are prepared to one day face the world where you will have to be an adult. As an adult, you are prepared to one day face the world where you will have to prepare your children to do the same. As a child, the world is simple. As an adult, the world is wiry. As you grow and learn the differences that come along with preparing for these differences, eventually teaching your children the same, you learn that the world has a funny way of teaching us lessons. The most eminent lesson being, you have no control of the differences you face and the result of them.

Being a well sought after local writer and artist have its perks and downfalls. The perks of being a highly referred to local writer and artist would have to be the flexible scheduling, the array of grand events and most certainly meeting new faces. The downfalls to this seemingly breezy lifestyle would be the lack of any short hiatus, the high demands, and of course the little to no room for a life outside of the job.

I can not fully construe the reasons for why I chose such demanding careers, other than the simple fact that I wanted the best of both worlds. I wanted to use my degree while still living my dream. As much of a burden this lifestyle can be for me, I wouldn't change it for the world.

On the other hand, I do sometimes find myself returning to my high-ceiling studio, wishing that the small space didn't seem so capacious. In the lonely hours, I do long for a companion. I am not referring to the furry friends most of us enjoy, I am referring to human companionship. A man. Not just any man, a man who is charming, sweet, witty, and intelligent. A man who can counterbalance the otherwise obtuse angles of my life.

In my lonely hours, I long for a man like Timothy.

That is when my denial sets in. The most stubborn part of me screeches its disapproval of such thoughts, such desires. I have to remember my pride, a pride I work so hard to gain. I have to remind myself of the comfort I have found in being in this place I am in my life. I have to remind myself that it is okay, I will be okay. In these moments of weakness, I regain strength from releasing the fragment of uncertainty I left with Timothy. In those moments of regained strength, I release Timothy altogether.

"Miss Heart, the boss would like a word with you" Shannon's hazel eye's peer from a crack in my office door.

"Thank you, Shannon. Tell him I will be there in just a minute, is my portfolio ready?" I sigh, not ever once looking up from my computer screen.

The room is silent for a moment. This silence can only be the cause of yet another instance in which my "perfect assistant" has forgotten a given task.

This has been a reoccurring instance for the past week. I would simply give Shannon a layout of her daily task, only requesting one other simple task that she seemingly cannot complete. Each time I would give her a random extra task, she would claim a case of amnesia, begging for forgiveness afterward. I have thought to let her go, but I gave her the benefit of the doubt and blamed her recent behavior in college.

I was once a student and understand how time-consuming and stressful the whole experience is. To my knowledge, her college life is a bit hectic at the moment, and because it is I have been a bit lenient. But this leniency is costing me my progression in my current project.

I have yet to find a prospect for the San-Fran Spotlight, which is due to be published within the next few weeks in order to prepare for the next issue. This has become my issue. I am more than certain that this is why Mr. Matthews, otherwise known as "The boss" has called me to his quarters. I know I am in for an earful.

Sighing at my ordeal, I shake my head in disappointment before rising from my chair finally.

"Never mind the portfolio, gather a notepad and pen and follow me," I speak to her eyes as they reappear.