4 years later

We all could agree on one thing without a debate; alarm clock are the worse creation of mankind in the morning. Well aside from those early birds of a human who wakes up to the chirping of small birdies. Can I just fry them? And feed them to Bold?(I am cruel in the morning, sue me) Bold is my Labrador by the way.

I woke up to my bell ragging alarm clock. My solution to it? Throw it through the window. Every day I would just throw my alarm clock through the window and buy another one during the day. After doing so, I got up from my comfy bed and made my way towards one of the best places on Earth; Bathroom.I loved to have a long nice bath in the morning. Usually my boss came around 10 am. So I had a nice time for my morning daily rituals.

I work for the Swords Company for luxury cars and yachts. I was the P.A of Mr. Alex Sword, a fifty year old man who was more of my father than my actual one. He was a sweet old man who loved my cooking. His favorite would be my coffee chocolate lava cake.

When I completed my high school, I moved out of my dad’s home. My mother’s absence gave me another reason to just be out of my dad’s hair. Few months later, I got news of my father passing away, leaving all his riches in my name. My mother died of drug overdose.

With no one to turn to, I build myself from nothing. Till this day, I was asked why I worked when I had a multi billion company at my disposal. My only answer was,

‘I do not want to regret like my dad regretted when he was alive.’

I never got married. Had a few relation here and there but that was it. It never escalated to something more. Maybe I was waiting for that perfect someone? But I had broken a heart of that perfect someone with whom I once dreamed of perfect family.

Dressing in a knee length pencil skirt and dark brown shirt, I did my hair in a neat bun. Grabbing my bag after applying a little lipstick, I made my way towards the kitchen. Mrs. Martin was already behind the stove, making pancakes and coffee.

“Good morning, Mrs.Martin. How are you on this fine blasting morning?”

Chuckling she turned towards me and said “Good morning to you too. I am actually enjoying this blasting morning. How are you, dear?”

Mrs.Martin was my fathers maid in their old home. She made the best food ever and her chicken Alfred was to die for. Even Mr.Alex said so. Sometimes I think he has a crush on her.

“I hate summer and you know it Mrs.M. By the way, Amber is on her way to do the cleaning with Iris. I already booked a Spa for you both around 2 pm. Don’t forget and don’t make lunch, alright?” I said to her sternly.

Mrs.M was the kind of women who would rather work herself than take from anyone. She and her husband Mr.Martin was the most lovely people I ever met. They were in late 40’s. Mrs.M had three son, each with a nice stable home and income. Sometimes all three of them would ask me to beg their mother to stop working. But Mrs.M always refused saying,” I would rather work till my hands aren’t able to work than sit around knitting my socks. And Odette is alone. Someone has to be there for her.” Trust me, she never seize to amaze me.

“You did not have to...”

She sighed.

Going around the counter I hugged her and said,” My family consists of you, Amber and Iris. If I don’t do for you guys, whom would I do for?”

“Oh, hush. You will make this old women cry now. Go on and take care of that old women that rests inside you. For a twenty-five year old, you sure talk like an old grandma.” She said with amusement in her eyes.

Laughing I said,” But babyyyyyyy... You Lovee me.” Winking at her, I ate my breakfast while talking to her.

This is perfect. Although sometimes I do get bored but I could not want anything more than the few people in my life.

But Xavier

My mind had the worse timing of all. Just as I thought I would go Xavier-free day, it sure as hell prove me wrong.

Go and die somewhere, inner conscious.

Sass me not ya old puny grandma.

Yep I am crazy but something tells me I am about to lose my already insane sanity.

And Guess what?

I WAS DARN RIGHT.