"And I have no idea what happened after that." I stated, picking a ripe strawberry and holding it against the sun to inspect its shiny bright red perfection. I was with my bestfriend Anita as we picked the succulent fruit from the damp fertile soil.
"Strawberry Fields" was located in The Trinity Valley. Nestled amongst sloping green mounds of tall trees, the area remained cool despite the direct rays of the mid day sun.
"It's quite obvious Babs, they saw your potential as an asset to the company. That's why they hired you on the spot." She said as she bit into one of the fruits in her overflowing basket of the day's pick.
"You think so? Or could it be because the VP asked them to?" I doubted. Throughout the entire day yesterday, I had this feeling that the only reason I passed the tests, and interviews, was because Soul snuck in a few good words for my benefit.
"There you go again. Always doubting yourself. Why do you keep putting yourself down Babs? We both know you are more than qualified for this job." She said with a raised brow, hands on her hips.
I took a deep sigh as my gaze traveled to the expanse of the wide field, settling on a few natives in their colorfully hand woven garments performing a courtship dance to the sound of their metalic gongs.
"Habit I guess? When you've been told by your mom on a daily basis how worthless you are, while your dad does nothing to defend you, you grow up believing that you'll never amount to anything. I mean, I'm grateful to both of them for feeding me, providing a roof over my head, and giving me an education... but I never felt loved, or appreciated for that matter. But you already know this, right? That's why I left home at an early age, to be independent. My life has always been an open book. Eventhough it is more of a tragedy than comedy, action, or suspense." I said, trying to liven the atmosphere. Smirking as I picked up my straw basket laden with the bright red fruits.
"Well, who knows. Now that you're going to be working for Syntax, your story might just turn around and become colorful enough to be classified as... romance." Anita smiled, linking her right arm around my left arm as we watched the ritual dance of the natives.
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"The Tower Of Babel..."
RomanceThey called him "Tower". Probably because of his height. At 5'11, he was taller than most Asians in my country. He was built like a brickhouse, with muscles where either fat or loose skin should be. Most of all... he was handsome. Quite the combinat...
