Susan swiftly hit the power button on her laptop, she had a
meeting that she had to make and knew that work was not going to stop her from
getting there. After all, what was money? She knew that if need be there was 5
other jobs in the pipe line and then she knew that she could even just start up
her own business if she so wished. She hadn't got her degree in business management
for nothing. At the moment, she knew she was just sitting in the wings, taking
on the ideas of the business that had given her a job just to steal the ideas
and little by little build up the blocks she needed to really get her ideas off
the ground like a sky scraper.
Susan picked up her briefcase and Channel bag. She needed
the best, how dare she be allowed to not look good in the business world, it
wasn't just about what was in your head but what was also going on in the forefront
of the person too. A good impression physically could get you a deal or let it
go to the next contender. Susan's bleached blonde hair was admired by all of
the women, it was just the perfect length for her to wear it any way. It was
also highlighted to every inch of perfection!
As she stepped into the elevator so did one of the fellow
women colleagues, Jean. Susan knew that Jean was one of those women that
'secretly' worshipped her. We say secretly because it was far more obvious to Susan
and the entire office, but Susan was not the type of person in which cared much
for other people let alone another women that is trying to at the very least
get a kiss of her shoes. As usual Jean tried making ideal chit chat, trying to
worm her way into Susan's inner circle. But for our women she would just let it
all go into her closest ear and go whizzing out the other. Of course, nodding
in the appropriate places for the 10 levels in which she finally exited with a
final flourish of a smile towards her annoying little colleague. Susan knew she
was cold but that didn't bother her. Life was a bitch, and to get by sometimes
you just had to not care. Something she had learned from a young age.
Stepping into her Audi TT she glanced at Michael Korrs and
knew that she had now got half hour to get across town to make her meeting in
time. Easy. Driving was easy for Susan, she had picked it up easily. In the
minimal amount of driving lessons she had managed to pass her test and had
saved up all the money for her first car (a small red Ford Fiesta) in which she
drove for only a few years before buying a newer model. Nobody ever saw her not
following the rules and not having the best through her own work. She never let
anyone stop her from being her and getting what she thought she deserved in and
out of life. This was all she could think about as she pulled into her spot in
the next car park of the day. Leaning over to the passenger seat she took out
her parking permit and placed it on the dashboard. She quickly looked at both
her iPhone and Blackberry just to check on her personal and work life. All day
she had only one message from her sister, something about a BBQ this weekend at
her house. Susan was already trying to think of a way to get out of such a
social gathering. That would come later though, she knew she had to concentrate
on the next few hours first. She only had 2 hours after all.
Stepping into the building she (in passing) gave a nod and a
smile to the receptionist, in a white dress this evening instead of her usual
blue. Susan continued up the cynical white corridor, a few children's drawings
hung here and there, trying to brighten the place up but nothing could really
bring joy to what went on in these four walls. After walking for only a few
moments she reached room 52 and knew she was here.
Straightened her blazer,
flicked her hair behind her shoulders. She needed to make sure her winning
smile was seen by the man behind the door. Placing a hand on the door handle,
took a breath and gave her single three knocks followed by a half. The male
voice on the other side answered with a simple "Come in". Susan
pushed down the handle gave a small push and walked into the room that was
concealed behind the door.
"Evening Papa" Susan greeted the gentleman laying
in the hospital bed. It was as if this woman was two different people. The
outer shell had been torn down with the entrance through the number
fifty-second door in the cancer corridor in the Leicester hospital. Susan's
attention was normally always on herself but now it was instilled on this
elderly and torn apart gentleman that was hooked up to 3 different machines
with fluid coming in one way and a heart monitor coming out the other. Susan
was trying not to see that but just see her father but it was not easy and
normally it was only as she stepped out of the room a tear would slip out of
her left eye but not this time. The flowed from both, she no longer could hold
it back behind her business self. Her senses came out and she fell to the floor
next to what she knew was going to be her father's death bed.
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