P R O L O U G E
SOMETIMES a little push can save us from our entire problem. AND maybe that’s what we all just need
. . .
to be PUSHED
. . .
just a little.
= 3 years ago =
‘your mid-year assessment will be to interview or do a report on London’s top affluent businessmen Mr. Anders. Once you have done your...’
It was irritating hearing how high the professor spoke about my dad. Like he knew who ‘Mr. Anders’ was
You see what I did there with quoting and un-quoting. I’m a genius I know thanks. I sighed in annoyance while he continued talking. Seriously the only reason why I left home was to get away from my dad and his work, his dominance, and his terrible outstanding behavior.
I was currently in business class.
Boring, nothing appalled me. my eyes wandered eyeing everyone at the bottom; I was at the top row right at the back, which meant I saw ‘everyone’. Yeah, all they dirty shitty stuff I saw it
‘that’s it. Assessments are due in a month. Now everyone is dismissed’ he said and pointed through the door and I was the first to leave through the emergency exit.
Rushing my way to the cafeteria to get that one specific carrot cake with a fancy saucer plate or flat dish with a pearl white icing coating it so heavenly and carrot strips aside it with almond milk. However, I bumped into this one person and they fell while my eyes automatically did an eye roll ‘watch where the fuck you going next time’ I harshly snapped
I looked down at her and saw she was from another country.
Exchange student maybe?
Sighing I extend my hand and she grabbed it and stood up ‘thank you, Mister-’
‘I’m a girl’ I said bluntly
‘you don’t need to cut me off. I had just realized it’ she snapped and I smirked
‘good English chica’ I dropped my Spanish my there and she smiled.
‘Ne’ she said in Korean I think?
‘I have a feeling we going to be great friends’
