Down to Work

Leaving

                  

                               The time it takes to forgive someone that has hurt you is less time as it takes to plot revenge. That is what my mother always told me when i was mad or hurt. She alway told me to forgive and never hold a grudge for someone, I didn't understand it when i was little. I do now. When my mother died I lost all hope I became a shell of who I use to be. I stopped eating, stopped sleeping, never talked to anyone, my family grew worried i know but I didn't care all that much, they didn't love her like i did. None of my brothers ever came home my father was sleeping with another woman. It disgusted me i hated them all.

                                "It's time we did something about this don't you think, she has been like this for too long send her away to school that's the only way she will get better." I turn my head to the door where the voices were coming from. They are going to send me away. I Laugh at the thought, the men in the house are mad with mother because she left me everything she had. "Well i guess if she is away we will be able to marry and move on, Catherine in the shadow of the dead Margaret." I hear them laugh. I sigh to myself oh well it can't be helped. Moving my small body out of bed i look around to see if i have left anything unpacked, nothing, i move to a box and quickly put clothes on. Walking back to I call the moving company. It's better to leave with dignity than be dragged out by ones hair. The door bangs open "Catherine!" my father yells. Looking around my room the big man shows surprise. "Hello father I am leaving today for the boarding school Maybell." I tilt my head at his expression it is quite hilarious to see. "I hope you don't mind me not telling you sir." I get the text that the movers are here from the academy. Walking past the man not a word of goodbye or misses was spoken between us. Opening the door to the mansion I instruct the men on what to do with my things.

                             The ride to the airport is a long and boring one the drive plays no music and the bodyguard is silent. Ring Ring. My phone buzzes in my bag. "Hello Catherine Reed here." "Hello Madam Reed this is the French line to the company. I have some news about the buying out of the small company." I blink "oh yes please go one how was the exchange?" The sound of paper turning reaches my ears. "Well we won in the buying out and the seller took a very low deal leaving us with much more than we thought what should we do with the cash set aside for the exchange?" The woman on the other side waited for my response. "Why don't you give it to the men doing the redesign of the office I understood at the meeting that they were a little underfunded." i state looking over the assets on my phone. "Yes Mis. Reed I'll do that right away." "Thankyou." I say before hanging up the phone. I sigh, honestly if one of the branches had to call me means that no one at home was watching the company. Fear shoots through me if they lose the company my mother worked so hard to build I would kill them. Pulling my phone out I call the main Branch of the company. "Hello this is RR fashion how can i help you?" The voice is pleasant. "Hello this is Catherine Reed please transfer all company responsibility to me im coming to New York to take over." "but Mis. Reed you're only 17 and-" I cut her off "My mother left the company to me I'm taking my place." There was a pause. " Yes Mis. Reed." "thankyou." i mutter before hanging up. The airport loomed up. We drove to the private hanger that the private plane is. Getting out of the car the pilot meets me. "To school?" he asks. I smile "No to New York." HE nods and we bord.