It been about two weeks since I moved in with my grandma. It's been great.
We farm together at her garden, bake, talk, play, did a whole lot of things.
It was therapeutic.
I believe it a really nice way to deal with grief. Although some may say we aren't really grieving but avoiding it.
I don't mind it though.
However, as fun as it has been, I have to face the real world now. I need to go to the companies.
On the dream, I had sign over power of attorney to Elise and Ethan. They took care of everything.
Many may believe that it's better to conquer gradually, they won't like to solve the smaller problems first before facing the big ones – I do not believe in such.
I believe it's better to solve the big one first then the smaller ones will be scared of you. It's just a David's theory. Face Goliath and the other soldiers lose their morales.
So, I need to start from mom or dad's company before Luke- my brother.
After much deliberations, I decided on mom's. I'm more familiar with her company and it's their board meeting today.
I need to wear an attire that announces my presence. Not in a noisy way but in a way that has an authoritative aura to it, I'll be damned if I allow them insult me as a result of my age or stature.
I kept telling myself what matters the most is what's in my head not how I look or dress while looking for an outfit to wear.
After what felt like forever, I found what I've been looking for. A black three pieces suit. The waistcoat isn't the regular one. It's like a corset without bra cup. And it pair it with, my five inches pencil heel.
I took a very long bath. It was like I wanted to scrub my skin off. Everything was fine until I stood in front of the mirror.
My hair was a mess.
It's understandably so.
I haven't taken care of it since my graduation.
I blame no one but grandma for it. Even if I don't look okay wasn't she supposed to tell me? I can't believe I've been going around like this.
My hair is a full and long 4c hair. The worse thing that can ever happen to it is getting tangled. I couldn't believe I had to deal with it on the day I had a lot scheduled.
I got to work though. I was unable to do much so I did the edges, styled the baby hairs and puffed the hair. It looked like a rough afro.
Although it wasn't what I wanted to do, I wasn't bad.
By the time I was done it was already seven thirty in the morning, the meeting was scheduled to start at ten o clock and I still have to a three hours drive to go. I would have booked a flight but I'm too traumatized by the accident.
The company – The cycle is a company my mom took over from her dad. They deal mainly with recycling products. And it is located in city M. City M is in a different state from my grandma's house. It's the same state the McKinley are located.
I had to leave now before I become even more late. I stopped by my grandma's room to say bye and to interrogate her for not informing me about the state of my hair which she says in her defense – " what do I know about 4c hair? I thought I was a style."
Which is quite true. She's a white woman.
I started my journey feeling like nothing could stop me. It was an express so there was no traffic and everything was going well until I was the fuel level.
I was in the middle of nowhere. There was no reception, not fuel station close by and the road is deserted. It's understandably so – who travels by road these days.
How could I have left home without checking the fuel level. I couldn't call home for help or could I just leave and continue my journey without the car.
It was 9:30, I'd waited for about 30 minutes and all I could do was pray that a car miraculously passes by.
The prayer was answered after what felt like forever. A sighted a car speeding up from afar and I don't want the situation that happened with the two other cars I saw earlier which speed off before they could even notice me, I did what any insanely desperate persone would do – I jumped in front of the car.
At that moment, I do t even care about whether I could make the meeting or not I just wanted to leave the place. I didn't even care about my safety! For all we knew, the person could have been an human trafficker or something.
Miraculously, the car stop. Barely centimeters away from me. I was a surprise I survived.
The driver flew out of the car. Boy the was livid!
"How can you be so irresponsible? What if I'd hit you? How are you little girls so desperate? All these just so Mr Rothschild could see you? Can you even imagine!"
The driver was a middle aged man. He d'ajouts be in his late forties. Are those even middle aged?
I was so confused. And I had just one question… Who the hell is Mr Rothschild?!
"Excuse me sir, I do t know who the hell you're talking about. I just need your help. As you can see my car is over there, my fuel ran out and I just need a _"
"Ohh .."
"Exactly sir."
"This is the new format you guys want to use right? Pretend to be stranded all to see Mr Roths_"
"What's with this Mr Rothschild you keep on going on about? I don't want to fucjong see him. I don't even know him for fucks sake. I just wanted to hitch a ride and that is all."
"Whatever you say isn't shelling the case. Should we just help every cats and do_"
"Smith, let's give the lady a ride." A voice interrupted the man who's name is apparently smith.
"Okay Mr Rothschild." The he faced me. "Where are you going to?"
"City M."
"Get in." Said the voice again which I assumed belongs to Mr Rothschild.
The voice was so authoritative. It was the voice that just demands to be respected. It has an aura which I can quite lay my hands on.
I didn't even think twice before I started walking towards the passenger door.
It was when the driver asked me to go over to the back before I realized I hadn't taken my stuffs out of my car.
I went over to my car after excusing myself, took my phone and my bag in which are the documents before entering the car