Welcome to the complicated life of Lyla. An up and coming star, making strides in technology to assist the disabled. Especially the blind, seeing as that hits close to home for her.
Known in general as a nice and compassionate person, she doesn't ha...
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What do you do when you get told at 12 that you will be fully blind by the time you're 26? A dainty feminine voice filled the room, coming from the flat-screen TV mounted to the wall.
Why would you learn everything you possibly can about technology; from building computer parts, coding, programming and much more. Not to mention all the while being a normal-not really- child. How about once you start losing your sight, forcing you to go out and scout the world for your fellow up and coming geniuses? The petite blonde delivered her speech, filled with passion where it was called for. Trying her best to entice the viewer.
What was the end game of it all? The young woman took a pause in attempts to be dramatic.
Well, that's simple it was to build a company that would help the naturally unfortunate, and give them what they desire most. From restoring hearing to returning sight, and creating new, fully functional limbs. Return to Reality Inc. is currently working on rewiring damaged nerve endings. They also supply the masses with a wide variety of computers and other technologies. No one is excluded. Walking around the stage she went to the only two seats and occupied one.
The young woman on the tv greeted another young lady who almost fell when she climbed up onto the stage. Almost like she wasn't quite used to taking stairs. Like she isn't wearing the right glasses and her depth perception is off. The second woman was introduced as Lyla Osborne. The tv was turned off, the remote was tossed to the table.
Lyla strutted across the bright and open room with significantly more confidence than she had on tv, trying to walk off her frustration. Her pacing almost put a hole into the brightly colored rug; which took up 75% of her office floor.
How was she going to sell her products if she didn't appear confident with them? She berated herself, telling herself Steve Jobs didn't sell Apple products because of them being top of the line. He sold them because he acted like he knew they were the best until they were.
She repeatedly glanced at the wall clock, lines appearing on her face. She was growing more and more anxious about whatever she knew was coming her way. After about twenty minutes of pacing her feet grew tired, one of the many downsides to being blind. You tend to sit often. She moved around her ordinary desk -it was the first one she bought when she formed the company- and sat in her cushy chair. Just as she sat back and seem to start to relax, a knock rapped on her door.
Lyla responded with a sigh. The person on the other side knew that that was their cue, and walked in. Ian hesitantly stepped in, he had a deep wrinkle in the middle of his forehead and a frown to match it. You would have to be oblivious to not see he was happy. Lyla knew when he was close enough and had his mouth open ready to start tearing her a new one. She raised her hand and shaking her head from side to side.
"Not now Ian." Her velvety voice did not match her face. At least that was Ian's opinion, he wasn't fond of the dark hair and green eyes look. He especially didn't like the looks of her once her eyes started to lose pigment, just one of her eyes is blue. Horner's syndrome coupled with macular degeneration resulted in a really messed up vision and the birth of Return to Reality. She glanced at the clock and then back to Ian. He blew out a big breath and sat in the chair opposite her.
