The Wondrous Life of Tania Averdale

The Yellow Scarf

I stood in front of the porch's door, I stared at the falling snow. It has been months since he left, and by those weeks he has written alot for me. Everyday there was a letter delivered to me, and it helped assure me that he is still alive and well.

But now I feel so ill, I feel like any moment I will have to vomit my meals. Are these signs?

Do I need to check with the doctor?

Should I tell my mother?

I smiled bitterly, why would I tell her? I eloped with him, I love him so much to the point that I would betray my own mother and be with my love. I must be a bad daughter then.

I do wish my child would not inherit this bad behavior of mine.

The snow kept falling, the slow drops of snow turned into a blizzard. I feel so worried, what if the letter would not make it? How will I know if he is okay?

The worrying made me dizzy so I sat on the chair beside the table with water in hand. I took small sips just to calm my stomach.

Then I heard knocks on my door...

"Ms. Averdale, please take this to the meeting room," Mr Salazar said giving me a hard drive. I nodded and took the item, "And please make sure everything is set for the proposal representatives."

I nodded and went out of his office, being Mr Salazar's secretary where he actually orders me around isn't that challenging as expected. He doesn't give me that much work to do, he is most hands on, on his work.

I offered my help multiple times, but he declines. So in the morning I always see him in his office about to leave for home. He always has bags under his eyes, then he comes back freshly dressed in another set of clothes but he seems to be more exhausted than before.

Pulling all courage I marched in his office with a styrofoam full of food. He seemed surprised with my sudden entrance and confused with what I had in my hands. I placed the container on his table and swiped all the documents that were needed to review. "Ms. Averdale have you finished what I told you to do?"

I nodded and went to leave with the documents, before I could even twist the knob a hand stopped me for doing so. "Why are you taking my files?"

"So you can rest sir," I tried my best to not stutter. I opened the door and swiftly went out running towards my desk. 'This will indeed be the death of me'

After hours and hours of reading and sorting the files from approvals to reports, I grew exhausted and went to the pantry to try to make myself some coffee.

Didn't even realize the time I was shocked to see what time it already was.

"Ms. Averdale what are you still doing here?"

"Oh dear," I jumped. I certainly did not expect this...

"I was just finishing off sir," I said looking down on my mug taking a sip. Silence was evident as we stood in front of each other. "How rude of me, would you like a cup sir?"

He shook his head and sat down on one of the bar stools. "After this I want you to go home miss Averdale," Mr. Salazar said. I nodded, looking at the time once again. It was already 2 in the morning.

"I expect the paper works you took from me reviewed and oragnized for me to sign, all the well benefactor proposals on a separated stack," he said. I took a post it from the counter and a pencil, writing down the things he said.

"I want all the department files simplified and alphabetically arranged by tomorrow after noon."

"Tell the janitor to clean my office and take out the painting in my office," he finally finished. He stood up and walked towards the door.

"Before leaving, get your scarf in my drawer. I'm going home now, have a good night," he said leaving.

I stood there still in shock, looking at the list of the things I have to do. ' I guess this is what a real secretary should do.'

I brought my coffee towards my desk and started finishing the things that are expected in the morning. All from good business deals to un trustworthy deals we're stacked separately.

Before leaving I brought my mug in the pantry and locked the door leaving the key on the hook.

'Your scarf'

I ventured towards my boss's office door and opened it seeing the yellow scarf elegantly placed on the table. Taking the scarf, glancing at the beautiful painting for the last time and leaving.

"Mark, pleas take down the painting in Mr. Salazar's office," I said to the floor janitor and left.

"Why would he want to take the painting down?" I heard Mark say. I shrugged and left saying my final good nights to the night shift guard.

"Miss, do you have some food?" An old man said. I looked at him with sympathy, I was about to get my wallet when something was cold against my arm.

"Give me your wallet, and no one gets hurt," the old man whispered. The warm breath fanning my neck making me shiver in fear. "Please," I shuddered.

Then I heard a gun shot.

Author's not so Important note:

Unfortunately I have not edited some parts of these, take note that Mr Salazar's name is actually Lincoln Sawyer. This is before I decided to change names.