New York City
(May 15th 2015)
".and it looks like we're in for yet another overcast and rainy day here in New York city.the skies are grey and the streets are wet but we are still bringing you today's best music over your favourite radio station 100.9 triple S FM."
Isabel hit the button on the tape deck in her car and silenced the annoying radio announcer by putting it him on mute. She couldn't think straight with the constant noise emitting from her car speakers, it was just too much for her to handle with everything that she had on her mind right now.
She automatically flicked on her right indicator allowing her to make on of the all too familiar turns on the route that had taken her to her work for the past 10 years. She was not really paying much attention to the road as her thoughts were swirling throughout her brain in a muddled mess of mass confusion. Isabel had been under severe stress of late. She had hoped that going to that concert with Kyle last night would have given her a bit of a breather, but her frightening encounter with what she could only describe as a ghost from her past, had shocked her to the point where it had almost driven her over the edge.
The longing for her friends, her family, and especially her brother had caused her stress of late. She had not seen or heard from any of them in over 13 years and she felt alone and sad. The presence of Kyle in her life was comforting except for the fact that she had lately begun to notice that he too had become somewhat distant and had started to turn to his alcohol to drown in his sorrows. Neither of them wanted to openly admit the fact to each other, but they were lonely, neither of them had many friends. All they really had was each other.
The 'Incident' as Isabel had started to call her encounter the previous night, had invaded her dreams and pushed her to the limits. She could not...no.would not, allow herself to be troubled by it any longer, it was just too crazy to even think about. He was dead, and there was no force on earth, or off it that could bring him back to life. The memory of the person she had hallucinated was destroying her.
"HEY! YOU CRAZY IDIOT! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DIVING!" a quite angry and pissed of male voice yelled out of the open window from the car next to Isabel, bringing her for a moment out of her thoughts. She suddenly became aware that she had just swerved onto the other side of the road. "Shit! SORRY!" She called back but the driver was already well gone.
Turning back and focusing on the road, she promised herself that she would not spend another minute of her life dwelling on what could never be.
Isabel turned a final left corner and drove straight up the driveway and pulled her car to a standstill in her company's parking lot: Butcher and Evans Fashion Design Pty Ltd.
She grabbed her bag, got slowly out of the car, put on a fake smile just to make her employees happy and walked away from the car, using her powers so slam the door shut and lock it. Who needs keys when you're Isabel Evans, she thought.
*** "G'morning Miss Evans." A short stout man waved to her as she made her way through the office. "Hi Barney. Have you got those reports done for me yet? I want them on my desk by lunchtime." She replied, the whole time keeping up the fake smile on her face, and trying with all her might to ignore her continuos pressing of pain in her temple that was causing her headache. "Miss Evans!" A young woman called from the opposite end of the office, "Mayor Stifler wants you to ring him so he can discuss plans about his wedding attire." "Ok thanks for that Marni. Get me a coffee will you?"
As she finally reached her office, after about another 5 'good mornings' and 'sucking's up' from various people in her office, she collapsed into her leather chair and took in a deep breathe. Peace at last. She thought.
"Miss Evans?" a knock at her door bought a groan to Isabel's throat, "Can't you people ever just give me a moment's rest?" she complained.
The young intern at the door, coughed and mumbled something of an apology, then continued, "Miss Evans?" She repeated "Remember how I told you we applied for a new computers consultant a few months back? Well they finally sent one over to us.Miss Evans.meet Saige Peters. He is an expert on all things to do with computers and." The intern moved aside and let the man enter the room, Isabel stood up as a gesture of good manners to welcome the man to her company.
Isabel took one look at the man who should be dead but apparently isn't and 2 seconds later after a few mumbled words in disbelief she was laying on her back on the floor, out cold.
The tall lanky man of a nerdish computer geek stature, with soulful brown eyes and dark brownish hair, glanced from the floor where Isabel was lying to the intern next to her and said with wide shocked eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"
(May 15th 2015)
".and it looks like we're in for yet another overcast and rainy day here in New York city.the skies are grey and the streets are wet but we are still bringing you today's best music over your favourite radio station 100.9 triple S FM."
Isabel hit the button on the tape deck in her car and silenced the annoying radio announcer by putting it him on mute. She couldn't think straight with the constant noise emitting from her car speakers, it was just too much for her to handle with everything that she had on her mind right now.
She automatically flicked on her right indicator allowing her to make on of the all too familiar turns on the route that had taken her to her work for the past 10 years. She was not really paying much attention to the road as her thoughts were swirling throughout her brain in a muddled mess of mass confusion. Isabel had been under severe stress of late. She had hoped that going to that concert with Kyle last night would have given her a bit of a breather, but her frightening encounter with what she could only describe as a ghost from her past, had shocked her to the point where it had almost driven her over the edge.
The longing for her friends, her family, and especially her brother had caused her stress of late. She had not seen or heard from any of them in over 13 years and she felt alone and sad. The presence of Kyle in her life was comforting except for the fact that she had lately begun to notice that he too had become somewhat distant and had started to turn to his alcohol to drown in his sorrows. Neither of them wanted to openly admit the fact to each other, but they were lonely, neither of them had many friends. All they really had was each other.
The 'Incident' as Isabel had started to call her encounter the previous night, had invaded her dreams and pushed her to the limits. She could not...no.would not, allow herself to be troubled by it any longer, it was just too crazy to even think about. He was dead, and there was no force on earth, or off it that could bring him back to life. The memory of the person she had hallucinated was destroying her.
"HEY! YOU CRAZY IDIOT! WATCH WHERE YOU'RE DIVING!" a quite angry and pissed of male voice yelled out of the open window from the car next to Isabel, bringing her for a moment out of her thoughts. She suddenly became aware that she had just swerved onto the other side of the road. "Shit! SORRY!" She called back but the driver was already well gone.
Turning back and focusing on the road, she promised herself that she would not spend another minute of her life dwelling on what could never be.
Isabel turned a final left corner and drove straight up the driveway and pulled her car to a standstill in her company's parking lot: Butcher and Evans Fashion Design Pty Ltd.
She grabbed her bag, got slowly out of the car, put on a fake smile just to make her employees happy and walked away from the car, using her powers so slam the door shut and lock it. Who needs keys when you're Isabel Evans, she thought.
*** "G'morning Miss Evans." A short stout man waved to her as she made her way through the office. "Hi Barney. Have you got those reports done for me yet? I want them on my desk by lunchtime." She replied, the whole time keeping up the fake smile on her face, and trying with all her might to ignore her continuos pressing of pain in her temple that was causing her headache. "Miss Evans!" A young woman called from the opposite end of the office, "Mayor Stifler wants you to ring him so he can discuss plans about his wedding attire." "Ok thanks for that Marni. Get me a coffee will you?"
As she finally reached her office, after about another 5 'good mornings' and 'sucking's up' from various people in her office, she collapsed into her leather chair and took in a deep breathe. Peace at last. She thought.
"Miss Evans?" a knock at her door bought a groan to Isabel's throat, "Can't you people ever just give me a moment's rest?" she complained.
The young intern at the door, coughed and mumbled something of an apology, then continued, "Miss Evans?" She repeated "Remember how I told you we applied for a new computers consultant a few months back? Well they finally sent one over to us.Miss Evans.meet Saige Peters. He is an expert on all things to do with computers and." The intern moved aside and let the man enter the room, Isabel stood up as a gesture of good manners to welcome the man to her company.
Isabel took one look at the man who should be dead but apparently isn't and 2 seconds later after a few mumbled words in disbelief she was laying on her back on the floor, out cold.
The tall lanky man of a nerdish computer geek stature, with soulful brown eyes and dark brownish hair, glanced from the floor where Isabel was lying to the intern next to her and said with wide shocked eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"