Our Promise

Shocking Encounters

It felt like I couldn't breath. For a long while I was just staring at him. I didn't know what to say. My best friend. My other half. My everything. He was all that I could ever think about when he left. For the last fourteen years I have lived without him and when I finally thought that I would never see him again, he shows up. All my dreams have finally came true. I'm just scared that this is a dream and if it is then please don't wake me up. Not now. Not ever. I looked down at his hands and noticed that he wasn't wearing his ring.

"Thank you for finally gracing me of your presence. Guess how long I was waiting for you to finally roll through that door?" He asked as he folded his hands on the table. He was not pleased. Why would he be?

Is this a rhetorical question? How on earth am I supposed to answer that. He probably noticed the panic that was clearly all over my face and decided to kick it up a notch. I mean why not. I am already feeling terrible for arriving late. Why not just add some more stuff to things that I am dreading right now.

"Look. When I found out that I finally found an assistant, I was thrilled but if you can't even speak a word to me then please don't waste my time. The door is right behind you. It will be like we never met. Now I'm going to turn around and count to ten. That will be your one chance to leave this business. You can just walk through that door. Or you can choose to not walk out that door and stay here. If you do stay here, great. I just hope that you can actually speak English so that I can get through this day." He said. Very coldly might I add.

He slowly turned around and started to count slowly. Once I heard him say one I knew that he was actually being completely serious.

Who on earth does he think he is? How did he even become like this. This is not the Dominic that I knew and loved. He's actually counting? He's treating me like a child. I'm twenty years old! I am definitely not a child. He's only two years older than me. Who does he think he is?

I felt like huddling up in a corner and start to cry. Did he really not remember me? He promised. I guess the promise was only important to me.

Maybe he just doesn't recognize me. I changed a lot over the years. I look normal now. My hair grew out and I now have long curly brown hair that reaches my hips. I wore a bit of makeup to look professional.

Should I go? The door is right there... No! I will stay here and show him that I could do this. Even if he recognizes me or not. This battle that I had with myself in my mind was clearly up to no good as I thought of all the worst possible scenarios.

Where was that little boy that always used to hug me and sing me to sleep? Where was the boy that always gave me hope. Where was that boy that used to hold me and wipe away the tears from my face. Where was the boy that always protected me and told me that poor or rich, we are all exactly the same? Where ever that guy is, he certainly isn't here. He is not my Dominic, he is not the boy that I made my promise too.

If he really doesn't recognize me, even after I tell him who I am, then I don't know what I will do. That promise was the only thing that kept me moving. All the hard nights at the bakery, the mean kids that always picked on me every single day. I didn't deserve all the bullying that happened to me throughout all those years in elementary school and high school. The only good that came out of the constant bullying is that I definitely became stronger.

I didn't even realize that he already got to ten and turned around. I didn't know how long I was staring at him but I could tell that it lasted for a while by the weird look that he was giving me.

"I guess this means that you are my new assistant. Well I am Dominic Wilmur CEO of the Wilmur industries but I think you already know that." He said as he sat down on his big intimidating black leather chair. He turned and faced his computer and started to type something.