I realised just how much this was as good news. I mean all of us were so darn happy. But still I was nervous. I mean I hadn’t honestly ever thought of a job.

I mean my parents were always the one you know who told me that everything would be fine and we would be happy together, forever.

I still can’t believe that they had to leave my world and this was the time that I felt so vulnerable.

I still wish they were here with me. Celebrating with me, telling me that they are proud of me.

I definitely know what they would say, in Maori since it was more commonly spoken.

And hello! We’re in NZ for crying out loud.

Kei te whakakake matou mo to aroha. Kei te whakahaere tonu koe ki te whakakake me te ataata ki au whakatutukitanga. Kia mahara tonu ki te arotahi ki te aha te mahi matua me te mahi i to pai. My parents would say to me whenever I got a good grade, a new task, a compliment from the teacher.

Because that is what my family lived by. This is what our life motto used to be. And will always be.

Oh, I miss them so much. So many years yet the pain still remains like the scar on your arm from where you got injured by something. It was still there like the scar, of my parents not being with me and how there was no going back for them.

I know I shouldn’t dawdle around like this, but how could I not?

That was the question to which I wished there was an answer to.

“Girl, you there? Hello!” Yelled Kate, as she waved a hand in my face, trying to get me to snap out of my thoughts.

“Sorry Katie, I just...you know snap out of the real world sometimes.” I explained to her as I realized embarrassingly where I was.

“You know, you need some cheering up.” Kate suggested, while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Not another one of those clubs. We did nothing but drink and talk to those “escorts” because of you Kate.” Sighed Chanel, while rubbing her head as if she had a recent hangover. Which it kind of was, but she usually took care of herself.

Something must be up. I wondered to myself, while glancing to Chanel, who gave me a tired smile in return. I worried for her, honestly the girl was struggling too much with her life. I mean she was the daughter of one of the most richest families, and yet she still worried.

I am not saying that she doesn’t take the opportunities thrown her way (she does), but sometimes she got tired of dealing with the pressure, the talks, the news, basically the fame of being an almost famous celebrity.

But then again, what do I know of Hollywood? And even if I did, it was like the ring of hell, basically if you stepped into it, it would be hard coming out of it.

“Kiana, good lord, snap out of it! You have more trouble coming back to real life than a person who wants to lose themselves in their thoughts and can’t.” Shouted Kate, who wore a worried look on her face.

“I am sorry Kate, but I am just in a sentimental mood. I miss my parents, much more than any other time. I mean the thought of never hearing from them, the congratulations and the treats, them telling me how proud they are of me. Now I feel like there’s no point in continuing all this.” I said, in a soft voice.

And usually when I talked in a soft voice, the girls would realize just how much the sentence I just said or the mood which was reflected on my face easily was serious or terribly shattering my heart.

“Now c'mon Kiana, all our parents knew your parents, and one thing was for sure, they were always proud of you, no matter what. Even at times you couldn’t score that much, they were always ready to support you and lend a hand in your betterment. They never once took a step back in shaping you to be who you are today.” Explained Roxy seriously.

One thing all my best friends had in common was, that whenever they were serious, they didn’t joke about it. They didn’t joke before or after what they said, it was always an emotionally serious moment. And at this moment, I was proud and happy to have understanding and caring friends, ones that were rare like gems.

“Guys, I know I haven’t been the best friend that you all wanted, but let me tell all of you this. I would never think of you guys as something that was granted to me, but know that you all have my support in whatever we do.” I said that statement and then received a group hug from all my friends.

The next morning…

It was a mess. It was a mess, that I alone at the time had to clean up.

The girls wanted to help me but I said no. I was a bit overconfident thinking I could do all this.

I was proven wrong.

Cups, bits of cake pieces (since we liked cakes and special drinks on celebratory occasions), streamers (the girls had gone a bit overboard), party hats, glitter (we all had something glittery to wear) and all sorts of stuff was strewn everywhere on my almost 6 year old carpet.

I know, I honestly shouldn’t complain over it but I was the one working and I also was the one who had opened their big mouth and asked not any of the girls to help or even let them stay to help with anything else.

It’s a curse with a nature like mine.

But anyway, after cleaning up whatever garbage had decided to land on my feet, I yawned (quite a long one) and then quickly changed into my office clothes.

The office clothes which I mentioned so politely, consisted of a white blouse with a stiff collar, a nice black pencil skirt, with a reasonable amount of length (reaching till the knees of course) and a jacket with a black and white matchup in color. I thought it was a perfect choice since it should have some match with the rest of my clothes. Anyway, next came the heels. Also striped black and white pumps, making my 5’8 height look like 6’2 and making me look like a model on a runway.

Not kidding.

Onto the next framework for dressing up.

With a little touch of blush, some good old perfume screaming ready and polite as, some mascara such as the shade of blue, to make my eyes stand out a bit, what with the black eye color I had, and then some lipstick which didn’t scream that I am a seductress of some kind. That was for other times, like getting a job celebratory party or uni grad party, or going to a club with the girls haha. Good times.

Once all the necessities were done, I decided to have something short and something edible for breakfast.

Not cereal, not apples, not bananas.

Just plain bagels and a cup of coffee.

Sure I hated coffee but it doesn’t mean that half the world isn’t obsessed with it.

Once I was finished with my breakfast, I quickly scooted over to my car. Which my friends had politely bought for me and had kept it at their house in anticipation for me either getting the job or just miserably thrown out of it.

When I told all the girls in excitement in getting the job yesterday, they all drove in that same surprise present of mine and parked it in my garage. I hadn’t noticed that they had driven my surprise present since they all had cars and often parked in my garage. And honestly that garage was a big thing, all thanks to my now deceased but generous parents. Oh I love those guys so much.

The car was an interesting kind. It was the latest model, the 2017 Chevrolet Sedan Impala or something like that. The color red with a hint of black coloring around the headlights, speed could reach up to 400 mph and the wheels were good as new, unlike what most marketeers did to the cars. Point was that it was a nice thing to drive and also to um show off a bit.

Soon as I got into my car, I turned on the ignition and slowly drove forward since I lived in a quiet neighborhood and it was a graveyard in the morning. But still you gotta show some respect to those who weren’t off in the morning eg. the elders, like grandparents or disabled people. Just facts to know.

Then reaching the traffic light with its three colors but not being displayed properly without showing properly of course, it currently showed the color red, blaring at every driver to keep calm and wait for everyone else who were pedestrians.

Tapping my fingers on the window, I glanced around me and found everyone listening to music or just generally looking out the window like me or chatting to someone in the passenger seat. Having none of those options, I decided to check my phone and saw many notifications on it, mostly from social media or other jobs that I had applied for or any reading apps.

Then I headed off to browsing through my emails which weren’t a lot in the morning, they would usually be around 30 to 40 mails, equal to the amount of notifs I got from my reading apps. Most of them were from the reading apps about authors updating their books or just generally reaching a milestone.

After checking everything on my phone, since I liked to be updated on almost everything in my life, I looked at the traffic lights again and it had changed to green, which took about 5-10 minutes here in NZ. Everything was slow regarding anything in NZ.

Speeding up to 80mph, I had reached my favorite library because I had time to kill and office started at 9.30 am and it was currently 8:30 am in the morning, so I had half an hour to kill before driving off at 9:20 am.

Reaching to the library, which looked like an old Victorian Era building with it’s drab colors of gray and red splashed over it, and the windows filled with cobwebs of old ancient spiders, and the overall building looked like an old church that everyone had visited back in the old days. Well, it’s true that it was an old church once.

Anyway continuing on. Entering the library, I was greeted politely by the old librarian. I had seen her and visited here a lot, that’s why she remembered me. And also because I was a generally quiet person and didn’t like to come out much in terms of being an attention seeker.

Looking through all the shelves, it seemed like I wasn’t ever going to find any favorite book to read or even the one which would catch my interest.

But soon enough, one book had decided to catch my attention and quite an attention it took of mine.

It was called The Last Move by Mary Burton.

Seems like a mysteriously yet romantic good book. I thought to myself and checked the back of the book I picked up.

As I had finished reading the quick summary, I decided to borrow it.

Sure hope it’s a goddamn book, I thought as I checked it out.

Then glancing at my watch, I thought I was getting late, so I hurried out into the busy but at times quiet road of Auckland, quickly getting into my car.

I knew there were a hell lot of chances for rain or any other kind of bad weather  to appear as this was Auckland and basically any weather could appear any time.

Kind of exasperating really, but whatever. I was not the bloody weatherman and no need of me to tell any weather signs.

Starting up my car with the rusted but shining key in the ignition, I hurried away, feeling a bump since there was a curve on the road and I hadn’t noticed until I had rode right over it.

Soon reaching the building, I jumped out of the car like it was on fire, and scurried to the 21st floor since it had struck 9:25 am already and I only had 5 minutes to report to my boss, since I was his PA.

Only 5 minutes!

Lord was I screwed. and not even in a good way.

I mean I was going to be pretty much busted if I didn’t make it. And technically, it was my first day at work today.

Makes me smile even more! Note the sarcasm.

Willing the lift to speed up, I panicked a hell lot. I mean surely today was not such a good day to get fired, not even for being 5 minutes late.

But I couldn’t assume. Sure I had seen him before, but only the nice side. So I hoped with all my might that he was in a good mood.

With all these thoughts in my mind, I raced again to his corridor.

At this speed, I might just turn into the next Usain Bolt. Haha they will be all cheering for me at the next Olympics.

Yeah not happening.

Then after finally racing to his corridor, locating his door which was at the far end I walked over to it observing, nothing special decorating the halls or anything, just your plain black and white walls to accentuate the masculinity who held the office in this building I worked for.

Knocking on the door, I entered in but waited, as my boss was busy discussing something with another man.

Strangely, the man looked familiar. The build, the hair, the overall structure of the man.

What I could identify was, that his hair was a color of jet-black hair gelled strongly, and dark as the night with the shine of it from the moon it seemed. The build, especially was quite fit as it seemed, like he went to the gym everyday for about 2-3 hours spent in.

But the clothes were casual, contrasting strongly to the rest of the suited and professionally built environment along with the people. The clothes consisted of a dark blue wife beater, light sky blue jeans, shoes dark as his hair and shining like the sun. And a watch but a simple white with a digital time. He didn’t seem like a show off type since I detested those people.

That was all I could identify about the man. But I wasn’t much of an analyser as I told myself. Then to get my dear boss’s attention, I decided to cough a little, since my mouth hadn’t been used to do anything physical.

Not like that, you readers.

Anything but that.

“Ah Kiana, sorry for not paying attention to your entrance. I was just talking to my brother. But he’s going now since we’re done here.” He said as the man I had thought of earlier stood up from his seat.

And when he turned to walk out of the door, I realized something.

It’s him! The guy I had bumped into for trying to find the right room when Kate had set us up! I gasped as I realized it.

It was the one guy I thought, I’d never cross paths with again.

But I had and not in a very friendly place either.