"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever. The goal is to create something that will."
Every person has their own set of problems, difficult obstacles, and a path that leads them to their desperate fate.
We introduce Autumn Laurent, a young wom...
The progress of the day was still settling into her mind. Roman's- err- Mr. Daniels' assistant, Andrea, was leading her into her office. The pin-drop silence in the elevator brought an increasing uneasiness to Autumn's system.
"So you're the new therapist. I hadn't seen you in the interview files" Andrea pulled a strand of her peroxide blonde hair out of her face and behind her ear. Autumn wasn't sure if she was falling into a trap. She had her fair share of bitches in high school and surely didn't want one now.
"Yeah, Mr. Daniels hired me today actually," She said, shrugging. It was in her nature to be shy and a little closed off. She only needed to be jump-started to open up again.
"Oh, wow. That does sound like the crap he usually pulls," there was then silence amongst the light shuffles of the elevator. The awkward kind where neither parties don't know what to say. These were one of the many reasons that Autumn avoided social endeavors.
But then Andrea broke the eerie silence, "I know it probably seems frightening with such an intimidating company and all, but we are more like a family here. Some of us are going out to lunch in a bit, would you like to join us?"
Autumn stood there for a moment, considering responding. Andrea seemed like someone who likes to talk a lot, but that wasn't what troubled her. It was that she was stick broke. Like so damn broke that she couldn't even pay for a gumball in a gumball machine if those things exist anymore. She felt terrible for assuming Andrea was a bitch.
"I think I might sit this one out." She didn't deserve pity and sympathy for her stupidity.
"You sure? The best part is that the company pays for lunch, and they have a breakfast bar in the break room every morning."
She pretended to be considering it when she was more than excited to say yes. Not wanting to come off jumpy and need, she smiled and nodded her head, agreeing for lunch. "I'll meet you after I set up my office."
"Yeah, okay! I'll page you the info." Andrea quirked as the elevator opened. The two walked over to the glass office in the corner.
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"Our team of front-end developers created this office app. You can make your office however you would like, and it's guaranteed to be finished in three days."
So this is what rich people are accustomed too? She hadn't had much experience being on the receiving end of luxury but rather the one that was supplying the one who was on the receiving end.
"Okay, thanks," She called out, but Andrea was long gone back to the elevator with a little wave. Autumn held onto the chair, glancing around. She was more than excited to create her own personalized office. Her style was more of a sophisticated one, and her new job instills her to make a comfortable environment. Autumn also really loved the view even though it wasn't real, and she can change it however she wanted. Now, this went on for an hour more until Autumn had felt that she had completed her office. She had gone for a sheer vibrant look.
She checked the iPad for the time and saw that she only had three minutes till her lunch break started.
Autumn entered the diner, which Andrea had faxed her (took her some time to figure out the 2020 deluxe fax machine), where she saw a large group of people laughing. She was able to make out some faces and walked up to them. Okay Autumn, breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Maybe this was what Tony Stark felt with his anxiety attacks in Iron Man 3. Nah. She wasn't that cool... or anything like Tony for that matter.
"Hey! Everyone this is Autumn Laurent, she's the new therapist on the HR floor."
An assorted supply of greetings surprised her. She smiled back at them and pulled over an empty chair. Autumn wanted to order something that wouldn't make her hungry for the rest of the day at the same time without looking like a food whore.
It wasn't long before their lunch break was over, and it was time for them to head back to the office. Autumn had learned the names of her co-workers, such as Brady, the HR assistant right next to her. Brady was terribly good looking and had a great personality, but he was also terribly gay, which was quite disappointing for the women of the world.
Then there was Leah from the textiles department. She was sweet, aside from the fact that she loved to gossip. She even told Autumn how the former therapist Leonard got fired. He apparently was sexually harassing the women in the office. He had also denied all claims against him, forgetting that there are cameras in every room excluding the bathrooms. He had taken the women into the men's bathroom, and they had come out crying.
Autumn was silent while she was yapping away. She definitely had experience in that before. Her feminist urges to speak up were quieted with the active voice telling her to fit in. She nodded her head, pretending to listen to her while she was taken away by her thoughts.
But now, all of that seemed to be just another memory floating away in Autumn's head. She was so used to fear and tragedy that she could help but think that worse things could still happen to her. That same fear was still inside, but her fear was her fuel. No. She wanted to learn to make it her fuel and take advantage of it.
Having enough of all the new technology in designing her office, Autumn decided to go home. She had not realized that everything that she had done that day had led up to the time being past 10 when she was supposed to leave at seven. Well, maybe she didn't "accidentally" stay there. It was just the fact that she had nowhere else to go. She didn't have dinner or anything. Not even a fresh set of clothes for the next day. Autumn simply sighed and grabbed whatever she had brought with her in the first place and headed for the elevator. The place was empty, and most of the lights were out. Andrea had told her that usually there are night shifts and all, but since the company opened more branches recently, the work had loosened a bit, but they were sure it would be tough again in less than two weeks. She huffed and made her way to her new office.
Can you believe she got a job like that? Like damn, I seriously wish I was her right now. Well, not the same living situation, depression, anxiety... uhh well you know what I mean.
