The Forgotten Ones

What If?

Song: Big Jet Plane by Angus and Julia Stone

After dropping Willa off, I drove home. To say I wasn't disappointed would be a lie. I didn't know what to think. I really thought she would remember something, anything at all. But when she didn't. I didn't like that she didn't remember either. She only gave me a blank stare and expected me to just be fine. I wasn't. I didn't want to talk right after in fear I just might get angry even though it really isn't her fault. If she wanted to remember, she would. But right now, I guess it isn't the right time. I shouldn't be angry at her. Just angry at the situation. It's just been hectic with everything. I want to get everything normal and I understand I can't rush things but I can't help it. I just want her to remember. To remember ME. But there isn't a lot can I do if Willa decides not to remember. Although it's not her choice either. Would it be such a bad thing if she remembered though? I have done a lot of bad things to her but I am trying to make things better. She will see how good I have been to her now. I was there at the hospital for her and I have been here now, trying to help her. 

It's the next day though, I was currently at work now, trying to distract myself from yesterday's events. It is a busy day so I was just working, keeping my mind off of things. There were many phone calls to make and I had to check in with a few of the employees in the building to check the financing stuff as well as work progress on certain projects. As the owner of a large company, it's important to keep track of everything and everyone. I know some owners who don't do that and instead, make their assistance do it and their company isn't doing well because the assistance doesn't know everything about the company like the owner knows. It's a lot of work but it's important work. I was walking around the building, checking on everyone when I saw a familiar face. It was Irene from the restaurant. Her hair looked brighter in the sunlight, unlike the last time that looked dark due to how dark it was outside. 

"Alexander! I wasn't expecting to see you today." She says as she spots me. My assistant, next to me, stopped talking as I walked in front of Irene. "Hi. Well, I do own the place so I am here all the time. Just now always around the place. I was just checking up on some things. What are you doing here?" I ask, confused as to why she was here. She never did explain her work here although I did leave in a hurry the last time I saw her. 

"Oh! I am just here for some research. I work at a paper company and just do research." I nodded, still a bit confused. "So like a reporter?" I ask her for more clarification. She does this shoulder thing "Yeah if you want to call it that." I then look around and then ask my assistant what is on the schedule. It seemed like I had only a few things left to do but I could push it off a bit. 

"How would you like to go up to my office so I can answer some of your questions then? It would be better to get things from the man himself, wouldn't it?" I ask her. I wasn't asking her because I like her, I asked her because I just wanted to help her. I could see how happy she is to hear the news because she smiled, nodding. "That would be great!" I grinned, my assistant fixing the schedule as we all then headed to the elevator. 

"What is the topic on anyway? It seems weird to have a reporter come here for just 'research'" I tell her. She doesn't look at me as she answers. "Well, every large company does their business differently. By understanding how their work is done, we can see how the revenue is as well how the owner operates the business." I could understand what she meant. To really sum it up, she just wanted to see if the owner was doing a good or bad job of running their own business. We finally arrived at my floor, my assistant instantly going towards her desk next to my office. Irene and I then headed towards my large office. Once inside, I sat behind my desk and she sat in front of it, looking around my office. 

I don't put a lot in my office. I have my large desk in front of the large windows behind me and to the side, two chairs in front of the desk facing me for meetings, a couch towards the actual wall and a large cabinet at the far end with just a few things on it as well as a few photographs in frames hanging on the wall.  The colors are dark and plain also, so not a lot going on in the office. "So, what would you like to know?" I ask her, sitting comfortably on my office chair. She then takes out her notepad and a pen, asking questions about the company and the workflow of everything. We talked for about two hours before I needed to start getting back to work. As she was packing her things she asks me another question