Lost Hope
The day had finally come. All the trouble, the hardships, the intensely difficult training; it had all been for this day.
Vera lazily surveyed the room. She barely took note of the furnishings. The bed she had slept in the night before was still unmade, the twisted sheets attesting to the restlessness she had been feeling for several days now. She paused as she noticed her reflection in the full length mirror that was hanging on the wall beside her.
Unconsciously, she tugged at the hem of the silky blouse she was wearing, smoothing the material. Her eyes trailed upwards to her face. What she saw there startled her. Fingertips gingerly probed the smooth skin of her cheeks, tracing a line to the corner of one eye. Why was her skin damp? She saw her fine, blonde eyebrows knit together in a frown and her eyes widened as the memories came flooding back to her.
Oh yes, it was that day. The day that was supposed to fulfil her life’s wishes. The one she had been working towards since before she could remember. Yet, all she had dreamed of, all she had hoped for, had been blown away by a single piece of news. Fresh tears rolled freely down her cheeks.
It was gone.
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Vera stepped out of the hotel room, closing the door behind her. No matter how upset she was, she couldn’t let it show outwardly. Her hands trailed to her hair, yet again, checking it was all in place. It had refused to sit flat, so she had twisted it all together and pinned it behind her head in a loose bun.
Taking a deep breath, she steeled herself for the day ahead of her and turned to walk the few feet to the elevator, almost barging straight into the front of an expensive looking, crisp white shirt in the process.
Practically leaping a step backwards, she bit back the scathing remark that was to be aimed at the wearer of the shirt - a slender, dark haired man of perhaps thirty years of age. Full lips curled into a smirk.
“I didn’t mean to startle you, Ma’am.” His voice held a gravelly tone to it, putting Vera immediately on edge.
She groaned inwardly at her own reaction. She had been in a daze for the better part of the morning, so much so that she hadn’t even noticed the man approaching her.
“It’s fine,” she mumbled dismissively. She really was not in the mood for any kind of human interaction at the moment.
She offered a half-smile, more out of politeness than any real sincerity and moved to walk past him and towards the elevator. The lingering scent of stale tobacco and something she couldn’t quite identify reached her senses as they passed each other. She mused over it for a moment before dismissing it.
“Vera Layton, yes?”
She paused at the sound of the gravelly voice again, her eyes widening slightly in surprise. Turning, she saw the man had taken only a few steps in the opposite direction.
“Who are you?” she asked, somewhat suspiciously.
That smirk was back on his lips. “Apologies for not introducing myself sooner. My name is Alec Kale.”
His hand slid into his suit jacket and he fumbled about until he found whatever he had been looking for. He flashed a toothy grin as he pulled out a small yellowing envelope.
“I believe this’ll be of interest to you, Ma’am.” He waved the envelope in front of him for added effect.
Vera stared blankly at the object in his hand for a moment, before her gaze shifted to his face. The grin had faded and he met her look confidently. She had no idea who this man was or the reason for his sudden appearance, but she presumed it was no coincidence that he was here now, on this day, after the news she had been given earlier.
“Very well, Mr. Kale. I’ll hear what you have to say.”
His lips twitched slightly, and Vera presumed he was trying to suppress that annoying smirk.
“Good choice, Miss Layton.”
He strode over to her, his immaculate leather shoes thudding softly on the carpeted floor and offered her the envelope.
Vera grasped the yellowing paper, but as she tried take it, Alec tightened his own grip. She glanced at the man’s face, half scowling. His head was cocked slightly to one side, all traces of humour had disappeared from his features.
“I hope you’re ready for what you’re about to discover, Miss Layton.”
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