FOR ALL HER TEARS #2
Its not everyday one gets to begin a new job so one could forgive Janie for being slightly on edge. She had for the umpteenth time pulled out a new dress from the wardrobe. Hanging it over her neck, she looked into the mirror, doubt plastered on her face.
"This will just have to do!"
It was a straight flowing gown, lavender that complemented in an odd way her eyes which were lapis lazuli. She carefully placed the dress on her bed and proceeded into the bathroom, a small - sized one that could use more space. Clearly, she hadn't been thinking when she had counted and handed out all those money to the landlord for a space as small as this. But things were going to change soon. She was going to work her way through, to get what she needed. Whatever it took.
Yes, whatever it took. She was done trying to play it safe by keeping to every words of advice that had been drummed into her small-sized ears from cradle till nineteen when she had left her parent's to live alone. A mistake she still regretted till date. So much wouldn't have changed if she had still been there.
She still had those bitter memories. She couldn't keep them away. It was everywhere, showing up at odd times, dreams, mealtime, meetings and even in the briefing that had caused her her previous job. They had died without so much as a struggle. Three bullets to her dad's chest and worse to her mum. A ripped blouse and undies said it all, and another hole to her cranium was all it took to silence her, forever.
She was panting now, so much adrenaline coursing through her veins but today wasn't the day. She'd make them pay, whoever they were. She had begun out strategies three months ago and wasn't about to stop or worse, slow down. Today wasn't that day, though it was a positive, a huge step. This was going to be the day when she'll begin the process towards getting everything needed to finish what she had sworn on the grave of Mr and Mrs Mantel every fortnight since they died.
Getting a job at Darnell Shoes hadn't been easy but with her qualifications as a first class graduate from Princeton in economics and the prestige of the company that had just got rid of her, she had been at advantage. That, in addition to her impeccable instinct and ability to take in minute details. Mr Gavin had been all too blown-away and had, against all protocol, extended a congratulatory hand to her there and then in the interview room. If only they knew.
Darnell held some secrets she had and perhaps, was home to one of the killers. She was going to root him, her, whoever out and take her pound of flesh.
A loved one for a loved one. Lives for lives. Luckily, her short one-year drill with the Marcelo karate would come in handy.