A TIME TO HEAL

CHAPTER TWO

I WALKED to the garage, and my breath caught as I saw my Mercedes Benz gleaming under the rising sun.

Every single time I saw the car my heart raced, it seemed farfetched, but it was the truth. I bought the car from my neighbor when he decided to migrate to another country. He didn't know what to do with it, so I offered to take it off his hands, and he'd sold it way less than the market value.

The car was one of my biggest achievements and rightfully so since it raced like a cheetah. It seduced the road masterfully and took every curve with finesse. It was also by far the most expensive thing I'd ever gotten but considering its speed, I couldn't complain.

I climbed into the driver's seat and dumped my briefcase at the back seat before strapping the seat belt on. I ran my hands over the leather steering wheel and the texture against my fingers comforted me. Whenever I was in it, the world didn't seem so bad and ugly. I drove and tried to enjoy the scenery around me as I raced past tall buildings and trees. I turned on the radio to hum along with the song that was playing.

As I drove towards work that morning, I couldn't help but think about the dream I had during the night. I had gone to bed bone tired and weary from staying up all night trying to finish the project I was too distracted to work on at the office. My tired mind thought it was okay to tease me with pictures of Kelvin clad in low riding pants doing something I couldn't recall. The dream was like a magazine cover shoot and I had to shut my eyes tighter as I came into consciousness. I grasped for something else to distract myself with until I succumbed and finally fell into a deep sleep, then woke up two hours later at the ring of my alarm.

I'd groaned out of my bed and dashed towards the bathroom, my pajamas coming off and dropping on the floor as I turned on the shower. I was practically sleeping as I layered lotion on my body. Even now, I tried my best to keep my eyes opened by forcefully singing along to the song on the radio.

I gave a silent thanks to God as I spotted the entrance of my office. The security guard, Dwayne smiled as I pulled over. He shook his head in understanding when he noticed my face before wishing me a great day. I smiled back politely and climbed out of the car when I got an empty parking space in the car park.

When I got to my desk, I unwrapped a sachet of Snicker, took a huge bite and moaned deeply as the chocolate and caramel melted in my mouth. I chewed the peanut slowly praying the sugar kicked in fast and help turn my mood around.

Thirty minutes later, I was back to being my jolly old self, and I delved head first into work not surfacing until it was lunch time. I rubbed my eyes and let out a not so ladylike yawn. The cubicles surrounding mine were empty so no one was present to witness my embarrassing yawn.

I looked at the calendar beside my desktop and counted the days before Saturday. I needed a weekend dedicated for just sleep, I owed my body that much. Mercifully, I didn't have to go through any emotional torture today as Gwyneth and her clique never neared me. Everyone was busy with something and was too occupied to pursue trouble. Thank God for small mercies.

I went to see my boss few hours before closing and gave him a rundown of what I was working on as I worked as a Drafting and Design Engineer in his I.T. firm. I looked on as he nodded his head in between my speech. His expression gave nothing away and I couldn't tell if I was making sense or not.

I was working on a new idea for an earpiece. The year before, everyone had come up with a new invention and by the end of the year, we decided to go with making an earpiece that never tangled. After doing several researches and interviewing hundreds of people to get their responses and opinions, we got feedbacks of people gushing about what a great idea it was and how excited they were to know it was going to be out soon. I was responsible for bringing the idea to life and I was currently working on the schematics of The Earpiece.