Her father was the ambassador from England and her mother an extremely prominent attorney in New York.
With that type of money at her disposal, I never understood why she would want a roommate financially.
I didn’t believe she needed one, but nonetheless here we were a year later.
Beyond the basics, she and I actually didn’t know each other, as well as we, should have. She respected my privacy, as I did hers. Sure we hung out, had the same mutual friends, but that was more default of the fact that we lived together. The personal stuff, she kept to herself.
I never found a problem with the lack of sharing of private information. I relished it.
I didn’t care to discuss my own personal baggage with anyone. And I had to freight loads of it.
Honestly, I don’t think I ever told anyone …well that is discussed it with anyone. There was nothing out of the ordinary about my upbringing. I had loving parents and a sister that I adored. I grew up as normal as anyone could have. We were a normal middle class family, ok maybe not normal or middle class, but I liked to think we were. Normalcy was something I oddly like to strive for, knowing it was an impossibility. My family’s name alone was the reason, I changed my last name.
My father ran his own company at one time, and we lived as any normal middle class family would be. There was no extravagant spending on anything, no crazy vacations to exotic locales; it was normal living. My mother was a do-it yourself kind of woman, and we didn’t have maids and such. In my opinion, we were normal until my 18th birthday.
I had lost my entire family that night. I was the only one whom survived. That was seven years ago.
Our home had caught fire. The report stated an electrical fire had started between the walls. It ravaged the house so quickly from the neighbor’s statement to the cops.
I had no memory of any of it. I had woken in the hospital days later, without one burn on me.
I had nothing after the fire.
I moved in with my grandmother almost immediately. She was now my only family. I had a few, distant cousins, but none of whom I ever remembered. I was perfectly well with just having my grandmother. She was all I needed. I liked my life just fine. My life became one lesson after another since that day. I found my true purpose in a storm of surprises, testing my very character. However, I loved my life; I truly liked who I was. My job on the other hand…hate would be a mild word to describe my current position.
Standing in the hall, I felt sorry for Julie.
Poor Julie, she and Chris were probably more alike than I had realized. In many ways, all her attempts at one night stands were all a show to mask the fact that she was the committed type. She was desperately looking for the one. Julie certainly didn’t have any luck when it came to men. She was trying too hard and looking in the wrong places. Thinking of her one night stand, more than likely, she was never going to see him again.
Nor would I…hopefully, I prayed to myself.
Taking in the scent, his cologne seemed to linger. This was insane! I needed to focus on something else.
“What is taking this elevator so long?”
I didn’t have time to wait. It looks as if the stairs will have to do. Seven flights in heels. Shit…
I ran down them as quickly as I could. Desperate not to fall on my face. Finally, down to the garage level I busted thru the heavy metal door.
This damn dress is so freaking tight! I probably should have opted for a pair of slacks this morning.
Making my way to my car, I was grateful for the fab key. That was the last thing, I wanted to do. Look for my car keys. I threw my bags into the back seat of the car. Siting in the car, adjusting all the mirrors and staring it, I took in a cleansing breath. I thoroughly loved my Nissan Altima. It had all the comforts of a luxury car without the price tag.
Funny for a twenty five year old whom just came into the full balance of a trust fund I could afford more. I just didn’t see the purpose. No, I felt no need for flashy items. Moreover, I loved