Chapter 2

I still recall the day I first saw James. I was overjoyed and anxious. I was wearing a black jumpsuit that I had worn at my former employment. I had on a little make-up. I'm not a huge fan of makeup, but because it was a special event, I had to look presentable. As I looked in the mirror, I saw a woman I didn't know standing right in front of me. Her hair was a deep midnight black that cascaded over her shoulders. A dainty nose, chubby lips, and rosy cheeks. It was then that I knew it was me. Is this is true? Why was I so overjoyed? I was wondering.

" You! Can you hear what I'm saying? You must win his confidence. Only then would you be able to accomplish this job efficiently." I gave my reflection instructions. I had a habit of speaking to myself. I took my bag and walked away. He had emailed the address to me.

When I arrived, I was astounded by the scale of the system. It was a 33-story tower. It was, in reality, the organization for which he worked. As I came in, I found a receptionist sitting right beside the entrance, behind the counter, chatting to someone and giggling. "Excuse me?" I went to ask respectfully. She continued to speak despite the fact that she could see me standing there staring at her. I was beyond enraged. But I waited, wishing she'd hang up the phone.

A guy in a black tuxedo and spectacles approached me and asked, "Are you, Clara Mc Carney?" I'm assuming he's in his forties.

I was taken aback and said, "Well, yes?"

"Oh, it's wonderful to finally meet you!" He reached out his hand to shake it. I did shake his hand, but I was perplexed. I suppose he sensed it because he added, "Hey, I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Tobias, Mr. Jame's PR officer. You must be wondering how I recognized you. I saw your picture on your Instagram and so."

"Oh now I understand," I said with a grin.

"Please follow me. I'll accompany you to Mr. Spaniel's office." He said this while looking coldly at the receptionist, who was now all alert and ashamed of her actions.

I accompanied him down a hall. The walls were all painted white, and there were some posters on display. A huge number of men and women dressing casually walked by me. Watching them made me feel completely out of place. Even so, if one of them glanced in my direction, I would smile and greet them. Mr. Tobias said as I was busy observing my surroundings, "I'm sorry you have to wait because Mr. Spaniel has yet to come. You must wait for him in his office "as he pushed open a door at the end of the hallway.

The office was just what I had seen on television. A sofa faced a 50-inch LED TV, there was a big glass window facing the entrance, and a Monstera in a Pot was just beside the window. There were a few musical instrument present as well, including a guitar, a violin, and a grand piano in the center of the room. The only things that weren't black were little cactus plants in white cups on a glass table facing the sofa. But apart from that, everything was darkly themed. 'Perhaps he prefers black?' 'I made a guess.

The curtains had been drawn. So the office was a little dim, but Mr.Tobias drew them aside and a stream of soft and gentle sunlight filled the space.

I could sense the warmth of the sun on my skin as I stood at the door. It was just perfect.

"Do I deserve this?' After getting my parents to die on the street. But was I solely responsible for that? My negative thoughts will end this day on? Is there a chance for a promising future? Will I ever be able to stay here forever if Mr. Spaniel likes my work? How will he look in person Is James the happy and kind guy he seems to be? Is that a mask he's wearing?' I was intrigued for no apparent reason. I'd done a lot of reading about him on the internet.

"I have to go because I have some important matter to undertake, but Mr. Spaniel will be here any minute now. You are welcome to remain here until then." Mr. Tobias stated, pointing to the couch, "taking me out of my thoughts."

I found he was staring at me and smiling sincerely. I returned his smile and sat down on the sofa. He left me there, alone with my darkest memories.