The Spare To The Throne

Chapter 1: Uneasy Settlement

As I stepped out of the taxi cab, I shuddered as a cold gust of wind blew by. The clouds were dark and gloomy, hinting that it was going to rain soon, which only intensified the uneasy feeling of unsettlement that I already had in the pit of my stomach. I cursed myself for second guessing on whether or not to bring an umbrella. It was surely going to rain any moment now and I had no doubt that I was going to get wet.

Despise the upcoming storm, I wanted to feel excited. Getting interviewed for an internship at the wealthiest and most well known cooperate building in the world wasn't an every day thing. Earning this internship would be a blessing because only the best of the best came to Wellington Corp. From famous political leaders to important businessman from all over the world, Wellington Corp was the headquarters for these kinds of people. I gulped as realization that this interview would determine my future hit me. I was going to step into a place of opportunity. I smiled slightly. I was lucky enough to score an interview here and even if I didn't get the internship, that by itself was simply astonishing.

The first drop of rain fell onto my head, causing me to crease my forehead. In an instant, the clickety-clack pace of my heels increased. Like a domino effect a second drop of rain fell from the sky. Then the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, and suddenly it began to pour. The pitter-patter of droplets scattered onto the concrete, forming large puddles on the ground.

Clinging onto my portfolio with all my might, I start to run. My heels became a major hindrance which made my attempt to run more of a jog. Frustrated, I took off my heels and dashed across the street barefooted. I cringed as the cold rain splashed in between my toes. I neared the steps to the gated entrance and quickened my pace. My heart skipped a beat as my foot missed a step, causing me to slip and fall. A shrill cry escaped my lips just before my head collided with the pavement. I could feel myself roll down the grand stairs of the building entrance.

"Shit." I murmured. I was now laying in a huge brown puddle. I groaned as I stood back up. I figured there was no point in trying to beat the rain anymore. It's pointless now that I am completely soaking wet from head to toe. I walked back up the stairs, more carefully this time. The closer I drew to the building, the more dread I felt. The uneasy feeling within me swelled. I felt as if I should turn back, because it was the right thing to do. A gut feeling told me to turn around and run. To run as far away as possible.

I'm just nervous. Yeah, that's it. Being nervous before an interview is completely normal.

I ignored it, and shook the feeling of agitation away. My day had already gotten off to a crappy start, and the last thing I needed right now was negativity. I need to think positively, even if it meant forcing myself to accept the bad luck that karma suddenly bestowed upon me for no damn reason.

Five security guards, who most likely just witnessed my humiliating downfall eyed me carefully. Judging by the looks on their faces, I looked a mess.

"ID?" One of them asked.

I opened up my purse and dug for my ID Card. Once I fetched it out, I handed it over to the security guard closest to me. He took it without a glance and scanned it.

"Ma'am? I think you really need this?" A guard to my far left said. He held out a black umbrella, offering it with a sympathetic look. It took everything in me not to roll my eyes. One of the guards closer to the building doors snickered. I narrowed my eyes at him. There was absolutely nothing comical about this situation.

"Thank you." I say, accepting the umbrella. "I guess I'll need it when I'm coming back out."

The guard who scanned my ID Card snorted. An unidentifiable expression crossed his face. It was dark and eerie. I couldn't help but feel as if he was giving me some kind of silent warning. Like a caution that told me to beware. "I don't think that'll be happening, miss." He said flatly. His remark was more of a promise, than a thought. Or at least that's what it sounded like. He sounded as if he was stating plain facts that could easily be proven.