The Sacrifices We Make

Confrontations And Liberations

“Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.” 
― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

As I stepped out of the elevator and into the sleek lobby of Burke & Goot I was greeted by none other than Alexander Burke himself. With his trade mark impassive expression but that gleam in his eyes he reserved only for me.

“Why hello Mr. Burke, Are you here just greet me?” I smiled at him I couldn’t help it just seeing him put a smile on my face.

“Of course I am I couldn’t have my newest senior partner showing up in the office for the first time without the Managing Director there to greet her. Besides all your family is already here so I took it as my opportunity to let you in on my newest Idea to make the panic and squirm.”  He told me with a big proud smile. It made him look much younger almost carefree he really, should smile more.

“Oh really and what might that Idea be Mr. Burke?”

“I’m going to send my associate into the board room let your family know that you’re here but that you need to speak with me about the settlement because you’re not happy about some of the terms. That they need to be readjusted before you will sign. While he does that I’m going to show you where my office is and your own just so you know for when you start tomorrow. We’ve made them wait a week fifth teen more minutes won’t hurt, c’mon follow me” He told me with a wink. He walked away with much confidence you could see it oozing off every part of him. I snapped out of my thoughts and followed him down the hall. Everything about the office screamed sleek and modern, every surface was crisp and white, the floor was different shades of a brown marble mixed together. In the foyer White bridges connected the two buildings of Burke&Goot. Trees in pot were placed throughout the offices, the office reeked money and sophistication. Alexander stopped outside a fairly big office; it had beige walls the whole back wall was a glass window. Everything else in the office was bare. The wall opposite the window was complete glass as well with a glass door.  

“So I’m assuming this is my office.” I beamed at him.

“Nope mine actually, had a big clear out HUGE.” He told me with a boyish laugh.

“Oh that’s a shame I was looking forward to the nice view of that fine looking associate sitting at his desk just there.” I joked nodding towards the associate working outside the office. He gave out a deep rumbling chuckle and shook his head at me.

“No your office will be two doors down. I’ll show you” He grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the office. All I could feel was raw heat nothing else registered with my mind. All the I could comprehend that his hand was touching mine. I felt his hand leave mine and the heat with it only then did I release we were in a huge office, with dark navy walls, again a huge window covering an entire wall and another glass wall and door the difference was this office was fully furnished. The was a dark Mahogany Desk to my Left a table with various food a teapot cups saucers and spoons along with sugar and milk. The wall to my left had half of it covered with a book self. After quick glance I realised this weren’t law book they were fiction novels, autobiographies, investigative novels. The type of books you would find on the New York Times best seller list. I walked over to the self and picked up the first book I saw, it was called Death at SeaWorld, shamu and the dark side of killer whales in captivity by David Kirby. I had heard of this it was a book looking into whale captivity whale behaviour in and out of captivity and what led to the killing of two people in sea world by a single whale. When I opened it I realised it was signed by the author. I didn’t peg Alexander as the Whale activist type I doubt he actually was. In front of the bookcase there were to recliners with a small coffee table between them and then against the glass window was a couch with a bigger coffee table.