She turned away bitterness suffocating her. She was finished, her beauty gone , her career in ruins. She wiped a tear that had begun to fall down her cheek.
A lot of times had happened to and hell, it was frustrating to know she cant even remember, no matter how much she tried she just could not remember.
One tear, two tears, but she still kept oncleaning them. She would noy give them the satisfaction of knowing their brought her to tears. She ran towards the road and boarded a tricycle.
Once she made her way inside, all the tears she had bottled up seemed to loose up. Lucky for her she was the only one inside, instead if people could see her in this state there would not hesitate to give her pitiful looks which she hated the most.
She used her hands to wipe out the tears but with each wipe came more tears. She searched her handbag fof any cloth to wipe her face. Her hands met with the stranger's handkerchief. For some reason she could not understand, she felt unexpectedly calm.
As she traced her hands through the embroidery on the cloth, she felt a sudden wave of headache. Her head continued flashing clouded images.
The driver noticed her discomfort and could not help but ask,'' ma'am are you fine''.
Jane shaked her head furiously trying to shake off the pain, ''oh don't worry, i'm .....i'm fine ''
''if you say so''
When the taxi stopped at the massive building with headings, MORREN's COMPANY.
She said a thank you before walking off the tricycle. She made her way to the receptionist to get descriptions on where her interview will be taken.
'' Hello, good morning how may i help you'' the receptionist said with a smug while eying the dress she wore. It was extremely rare for some one of low standards to enter.
'' i was called for an interview''
''i'm sorry but there is no vacancy at the moment''
No vacancy, but the text clearly stated an interview though she could not remember applying. But she could still try out her luck. Jane took out her phone and showed her the text.
''room 012, its at the 36th floor, two rooms from the right.''
The receptionist gave her the information she asked for and noticed the handkerchief in her hands. She swore she saw that cloth some where.
Then it all clicked that handkerchief was in limited edition and only members of the morren's could get it.
It was super rare to see something related to the morren talk more of seeing their faces. A morren could pass you and you would not even know. Their lives were full of secrecy.