I began my day by waking up to the sound of birds tweeting and the sun shining through my window. It was 6 am and it was a beginning of a brand new day, my name is Joyce Robinson Bowman and I am hard working family business woman. I turned to my husband who was lying next to me and felt warm and safe as I was next to him with his masculine arms around me. My alarm clock bellowed with its distinct sound and I knew I had to get up. It was not easy being a Mayor of this town. I got myself ready and headed downstairs. The kitchen was the heart of the home and everyone was getting ready for his or her day including my children who were busy with their own lives. Jasmine my daughter in law was getting the coffee ready and handed me a cup as I walked in. my daughter Adele grabbed a piece of toast before leaving and I clasped her arm so that she could give me a kiss goodbye. It was that sweet perfume like lavender she wears, which left a scent as she left for the day. Ken took his car keys from the table and left with his wife Jasmine and Jackson popping all the left over mess away like a bomb hit it. However, my children were brought up well by my wonderful sweet husband and me. I still feel his presence here within the house looking over us as to my daughter Martha, dear sweet Martha. Her life suddenly cut short I visit her every day and bring her fresh smelling flowers. Pong the sound of my emails began popping up on my phone. Already at a quarter to seven. I went to go and look at my phone and I had to go to a meeting regarding a festival for the town, which was on every year and I was acquired a new assistant to help me with the job. His name was Maxwell Burns and I could not wait to get involved with this project with him.
I wandered into town that morning, the sun beamed down a warm spring day, and the people were going on their daily chores. I popped into the café on my way to the Mayor’s office where I asked for my usual café. The potent smell was strong as anything and that was just what I needed on what was going to be a busy day ahead and I love my coffee and I also chatted to my friend Edith Brown who owned the café along with her husband Henry. The café was busy and I smelt the sizzling bacon frying in the pan to my right side but I knew I could not stay. I had places to be and people to see. I carried on to the Mayor’s office the building was tall and security was immense. I walked in and there was my personal assistant Adam Knight. He was tall, thin and big chested. He was in his twenties and intern just fresh from university “Adam any post?” I asked. “Yes and you appointment is here as well” he said to me rather nervously. “My appointment” I looked at the clock on the wall. “Hmm he’s rather early,” I said to him. “I need to sort my out and get myself together,” I said back to him eagerly. “She was rather adamant” he replied to me. “She, I was expecting to meet with Maxwell Burns” I said angrily. “He sent someone else and she’s up there and I could not stop her,” he said to me. I ignored him completely and I felt outraged that someone had let somebody up into my private offices without my permission. It is my office and no one else’s. I for one who says who comes in and who leaves and not the other way round. Rage began filling my body and I felt like a volcano where the lava was boiling and rising thrashing out of me like an eruption.
I pressed the button to take me to my floor and it was the lift music that got me now, it was as if I was in a cheesy wine bar. That had to go immediately. I finally got to my destination and the door slid open and walked over to my office and there waiting for me was the last person I expected to be. It was Hannah Brachman Smith. “What are you doing here?” “You’re expecting me,” she said boldly. “Shall we?” She passed by me and walked into the office without my permission. She was a bigger girl with curves and blonde curly hair that fell to her shoulders. She thought she was superior to me the way she waddled into my office like that. “How dare you let yourself in here” My voice boomed. “I was lucky enough to come and assist you in this new venture Joyce, Max thought I would be the best person for the job as he had other business to attend to” she smiled gleefully. “You better listen to my proposal, this is business and I for one am going to do this professionally so if you like to take a seat I ca show you what plan I have” she added and then she walked over to my desk and put her A3 folder down, unzipped it and took out prints. “This is going to the festival of the year and it can be done yearly.” With her determination, she laid out the prints in front me and I could see the passion burning through her eyes but it did not mean that I was going to listen. I folded my arms as I sat back on my leather chair and put my feet up on the table. “Go ahead” I grinned. “The party people coming and going, stalls, families from all over to come and join in the fun and we can commemorate the people who are dear to us. This could be the celebration of life” I paused for a moment and I could feel the sadness within her and she too had lost someone dear to her a long time ago. I had lost many people to, to watch this young woman put her heart, and soul into this project would be good to see because deep down even though she is a bad person, sometimes she is kind. “Show me your vision,” I said as I rose from my chair “take me there and let me feel it” I put her under pressure.
Together we headed for the farm where she had the idea to celebrate what she called “The Celebration of Life.” It was a kind of musty smell as we headed onto the farm and I knew that she was glancing at the farmer who let us in; we had to put on our farm gear. Boots, jackets and we were ready to go. She was darting around like some trollop but I could see the bounciness as if she was a four year old at a nursery. I felt a warmth coming from in her but the rage was still inside of me of all the things she had done.
We had a look around the farm and we saw the animals I could not help but pet them as I saw them my favourite were the pigs and I knew how dirty they were but I had to go in... She could not herself by taking pictures on her mobile and I was so cross. I took it off her like a strict teacher. I for one enjoyed being on the farm and I could not help it but I thought it would be a good idea. But only an idea. She looked at me wanting to hear an answer. “I am not going to give you an answer just yet Hannah” I said to her. She gasped. “What do you mean? I had to drag you here and show you, I trusted you” her voice was trembling. “You won’t get your answer dear” I spoke back to her. I took her phone from my pocket and I threw it into the slop that look like cows muck. “You!” She screamed at me with her voice piercing the air. She dragged me and threw me onto the muck. This time I was mad and I got up, grabbed her hair, and soiled her all over. “See how you like it!”
Together we began the fight throwing the dirt onto each other. The farmers looked over to see what we were doing. “You will never join this project!” I got up and began walking wearily back to my car with the smell lingering on my body. I had to get away from this ghastly woman. There was no way I was going to let her join not from the moment she let herself into my office.
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