Our Reflection

24• Yin-Yang

[Warning: only read this chapter if you have the psychological prepared.  It may contain strong "scenes" in some memories, so if you don't feel comfortable, don't read it].  Enjoy :) -

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Cheryl Blossom POV

While walking side by side with Marjorie to my office on the roof of the building, I watched my employees look at us;  frightened, surprised, curious. 

It is not every day that you are working and suddenly your boss appears with someone exactly like her, it was like seeing the devil duplicated. 

Charlotte, my secretary who almost got fired for letting Marjorie burst into the conference room once, fixed her eyes on the computer screen as soon as we approached my office door. 

"Hello, Lottie!"

My sister greeted the girl with a smile from ear to ear and I frowned at both of them, who remembered that I was still there. 

"Charlotte, any problem that occurs you pass to Yan."

"Yes, Mrs. Blossom."

"If the interns arrive, send each one to their specific superior in the area, I should only see them after a brief evaluation, okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Blossom."

"That is all. Within half an hour you can already take your lunch, we will not leave the room. Thanks."

"Yes, Mrs. Blossom."

I offered the girl a brief smile and pushed Marjorie into the office, lit only by the ambient light. 

I turned on the lights on the switch and the panels that covered the windows lifted, giving us the full view of Los Angeles and its cloudy weather. 

My sister approached the glass and stood there, just watching the landscape. 

"How strange it is to have it so close and harmless at the same time", I thought to myself as I poured myself a whiskey. 

The bitter drink came down my throat, burning what lay ahead, leaving my muscles a little less tense. 
Marjorie turned on her heels and looked at me for a few seconds before approaching and helping herself too. 

"I thought you only drank wine."

"Today I need something stronger."

I watched my sister fill half a glass and turn it dry, making a funny face that made me laugh. 

"What's that funny?"

"Your face."

"It's just like yours."

"Yes, I imagine that I must have that expression when I have stomach pain. Well, but we didn't come here to comment on our facial or gastrointestinal problems."

"Not even."

Marjorie walked away from me and sat on the leather sofa next to a potted plant. 

He poked some leaves and took a deep breath, interlacing his fingers. 

"I think it's time we had a very serious conversation, Cheryl."

"I don't disagree with that."

I put my hands in my pants pocket and started walking towards the window, noticing that some raindrops were already blurring the view of Los Angeles. 

"In fact, Marjorie, we have so many pending matters that we could spend a week inside this room and still never reach any conclusion."

"Why don't you look at me while you talk to me?"