Chapter one
Chapter 1:
The snow crunched noisily under Tate's high heeled feet as she walked through the never ending crowds of New Yorkers on the sidewalk today, all rushing to get to their rather boring jobs,as Tate perceived them to be; sitting at a desk in a tall skyscraper,reading stacks upon stacks of paperwork, it seemed quite the boring life to her, though she was a buisness CEO for her husband. But, then again, that was fun, Nick and her working together to figure out problems that came up, boss people around that were not doing their jobs. It was not like this was the bestest of jobs for Tate; she preferred to paint and write books; but, it did astonish her today that such a job with her husband invovled could be so fun; she thought otherwise.
It seemed to Tate that everyone in New York always had somewhere to be or something to do that they forgot to do- the large crowds were like a metabolism almost; they both had all sorts of different things to do,and both thinned out...so they must be the same?
On this particular November day,Tate couldn't see how anyone could walk through this hellish weather; the mischievious wind blowing hard, wreaking havok on anything that was light enough to be blown away. Most people had taken refuge under coats haphazardly placed on their heads, running to their destinations to at least try to not get any more drenched than they already were.
As much as Tate loved the snow,and the month of December in particular, she didn't want to be soaked to the bone in wetness, her snow colored hair flying in the whistling wind, and slapping her face, leaving her cheeks aflame, when she was on her way to a meeting- and especially when her husband was the boss of that company, and, being married to him, she had to show a buisnesslike stature.
Though, don't get her wrong- Tate absolutely loved winter.Above all other seasons. Yes, it was cold, and chilly when the mischievious whistling wind came out to play, but it was also a beautiful wonderland. The snow falling rapidly, from the pregnant grey clouds above, piling up on almost every surface, gleaming different, beautiful colors as the sun casted it's rays on the white, powdery substance. It was a beautiful sight.
Armed with only her camera today, Tate hurridly walked through the endless crowds of hunched over people, marvaling at the scenery of today's winter wonderland- the snow had stopped falling, but there were mounds upon mounds of the powder on the sidewalks, trees, and any other surface it could stay on. Thick plumes of smoke rose up into the air from the chimmneys of the small buisnesses, causing the snow to slide down the sloped roof, and land (almost funnily) on passerbyers' heads. Numerous small buisnesses lined the street, leaving a few tall skyscrapers to dominate the sky, but they looked out of place- the skyscrapers, tall and thin, with their gleaming windows, gleaming the full spectrum of colors as the sun's rays hit themand those extravagant entrances- they reminded one of a movie- with the circulating doors that rotated 360 degrees in a full circle and gleamed like a diamond would when the sun's rays hit it. The kids would play games, seeing who could make the doors rotate the fastest, and ended up comming out all dizzy afterwards, feeling like the whole entire world was spinning right in front of them. The extravagantly dressed men in crisp suits and tuxedoes, carrying around briefcases, darting in and out of numerous crowds of people- it sounded like quite an everyday hassle to have to go through.The women would be in varying styles of clothing- from impeckabley rich street clothes that let everything hang out, as though the person wearing the clothes wanted to put theit body on display to the world- to the women that wore professional suits, dresses,and blouses, running in their high heels just to get from point a to point b, causing sores to develop on their feet.
The most Tate saw on the streets were people of varying ages wearing street clothes-the men wearing those baggy jeans, with that signiture style of sagging the jeans in the back,and women who wore tank topshalter tops, or ripped skinny jeans,almost as if the whole thing was a game of who could show off the most cleavledge to the world.
People these days
What ever happened to modesty?
Well, it was shot out by the new generation
And is only a small idea that not a lot follow anymore
Though don't get Tate wrong
She's only 22
But growing up in the south was way different
Way differ3ent
In Colorado, there very few large buisnesses in the small towns, except for if you visited the big towns, mainly there was only a Walmart in every other town maybe, but no starbucks, no Ulta, no nothing really.And that's what made it fun.
It was the little things that always counted
Not having much to start off with gave on a humble sence of values, not greedy
She didn't want the latest fashion
No
The small wardrobe of sweaters,blouses,dresses,shirts,regular and skinny jeans, and boots were fine to Tate
She didn't want to try to show off her body
Or use that devilish language of sarcasm,attitude and dirty words
She had nothing to prove
Don't seek revenge
But forgive all
Say please and thank you
Always be humble and kind to everyone you meet, no matter how harsh others judge
Pray often
And those were just a portion of the values that Tate learned, living on a small ranch in Colorado.
But,living with Nick was quite different
He was a billionaire
That was already a boss of a lawfirm at 24
That's quite impressive
She got to take expensive vacations
And travel the world
Live in a large home
Yes
Living the rich life does something to people
Windfalls
They always turn the most humble into snobbish rich people
It's almost like drugs
Once you get a taste
You can not stop
But she never forgot her roots
The principals she was instilled with
And she never will
No matter how much temptation comes her way
As Tate reached the building Nick owned and ran, a burst of warm air greeted her as she opened the door,and for a second, Tate realized how cold it was outside. She hadn't realized untill just now.Strange. All the things one finds out,
Though it was amazing how everytime she walked through those glass doors of her husband's buisness, the lobby of thier 90 story skyscraper still took her breath away.
It was so richly decorated
With white rustic hardwood flooring,and deep red walls, that looked like blood
But with more darkness to it's overall demenure.
And the paintings with gold trimmed frames
A rectangular room
But so precisely decorated
The receptionist's desk was a long l shape along the upper right corner, where the elevator was. In the middle,there were couches on either side of an coffee table,bookshelves, full to bursting and games on the left side.
And a TV on the right
Nick wanted the place to be kid friendly
He succeeded at that
And also wanted a professional looking lobby
He got that too
On the left side, the door was on the lower corner
A giant fireplace on the other, with a couch in front for the adults
And a coffee bar on one side
And a metal newspaper and magazine rack on the other
It was quite amazing how extravagant the building was
So exquisitly done
So expertly decorated
But it welcomed the guest while it showed professionalism
An excellent mixture
Though hard to achieve
Very hard
The lady at the receptionist's desk was her close friend, Tate made friends with everyone; she naturally did it. People loved her. Loved her personality. Loved everything. Margaret though, was her closest of them all. They've been friends since age five. They completely understood one another.
Margaret looked up and gave Tate an sympathetic look
How strange
Well, not really
Considering the meeting she was due to go to
"The nine O' clock appointment?" Margaret asked kindly, pure kindness in every tone.
"Yes.Thank you Margaret" Tate replied softly,overcome by emotion
"Floor five.Room 41B"
"Thank you"
"Good luck" Margaret whispered, hopefull and knowing "You got this" She added
She would need it
Nick was not going down without a fight
And she knew it
No matter how sad she was
Full of sadness
Despair
Oh, this was going to be pure hell
The bomb was due to explode
And what a shitstorm this was going to be
