With a fat happy smiling account balance, Alix left TFK a richer woman than she had ever been before.
For the first time ever in a long time, the world felt brighter and wonderful. She felt like she had many more options in life than she ever did.
In a great mood, she bought some pink carnations and paid a visit to a place where she had not been in a few months.
It was the columbarium where the ashes of her dead mother were kept.
This was a private columbarium, one which took up a small percentage of her earnings every year. But she didn't mind, it was worth it to keep her mother where she was.
She set foot inside what was a quiet and cold hall, one in which silence reigned omnipotent. As she walked across the smooth cream tiled floors, she could hear the loud clicking of her own heels. A nuisance to others, she imagined.
