Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(17)

I know we hadn’t known each other long, but I never wanted to know what it was like to not have her in my life.

She came into my life for a reason, my guardian angel.

Hopefully my Elijah sent her to me.

I needed a best friend, and Connie was just that.

My best friend.





CHAPTER 8





Monday soon rolled round. I was anxious and excited. This was the first day of my fresh start, the one I so desperately needed. A new chapter in my life, and the chapter of my new adventure.

Tucking my white silk blouse into my high waisted cigarette trousers, I slipped my feet into my new Louboutins that Connie hounded me on. Apparently, I needed them. And I hated to admit it.

She was right. Damn that girl was good.

My blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail and makeup barely visible. I had a light flick of mascara and a dusting of bronzer across my pronounced cheek bones. My lips had a smudge of lip balm over, given them just a small sheen.

My phone rung on the bed; turning quickly I smiled when I saw my mum’s name light up the screen. Answering face time, my smile only grew.

“Oh, look at you.” My mum beamed as she cocked her head to the side, my dad’s head popping up behind her.

“Mi amor.” He sung, his eyes full or pride and admiration.

“Are you all ready for your big day?” she asked, the excitement in her voice evident.

“Yup!” I sighed blissfully, running my fingers through my hair.

“Okay darling, have the best day. Message us when you’re home.”

“It’ll be late.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

I smiled wide, “Love you both.”

“Te amo, mi amor,” my dad replied before the phone went dead.

My heart ached a little more today than it normally did after our phone call. This was a big step for not just me, but them too. I always worked with my parents, even when I went into PR I would work with them on evenings or weekends. They had a small patisserie and bistro they ran, serving the best Venezuelan food and cakes you would ever taste.

Reaching down and grabbing my large work bag, I dropped my phone, purse, and key card into it. It was pretty empty, but I wanted to be prepared in case I had work stuff to bring home.

Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply through my nose before letting the breath out past my lips.

“Let’s smash this.” I said to the empty room, nodding at myself in the mirror reflection and walking out the door.



Walking out onto fifth avenue, I stood at the kerbside as the doorman hailed me a cab. I was grateful to him. I needed to figure out using the subway, but not today.

“Where to?” the doorman asked as he held the door open for me to climb in.

“Park Avenue, 1156.” I smiled at him, a small blush heating across my cheeks.

“You heard the lady, Park Avenue, 1156.” He repeated to the driver.

“Thank you,” I said softly, smiling at him.

He stepped back from the kerb, smiling and tipping his hat towards me.

Why couldn’t everyone be as kind as him?

The taxi driver indicated and pulled into the busy road. Here we go.

Pulling up outside the large, glass skyscraper I was taken aback.

“Wow.” I mouthed.

The beeping of the meter caught my attention as I fumbled through my purse and threw him some notes.

“Thank you,” I chimed as I climbed out the car and looked back up.

Lordes Public Relations.

I was amazed, it was a lot bigger than I thought it would be. Pulling my eyes from the impressive building I locked eyes with the security guard that stood outside. Earpiece in, hands locked in front of him. He intimidated me.

Shaking off the nerves that crashed through me, I stepped forward and headed for the door.

“Ma’am,” he nodded curtly as I pushed through the glass revolving doors. The air left my lungs as I took in the work of art in front of me. The floors were high shine marble throughout, the desk in a matching marble worktop, the base solid oak that wrapped around in a half moon. The walls were panelled with beautiful art hanging from the walls. All abstract and all stunning.

Rushing towards the desk, I placed my hands on the marble and instantly removed them.

“Welcome to Lordes Public Relations,” the impeccably dressed girl at reception said.

“Hi, it’s my first day here.”

“Welcome, you must be Reese Hernández? Is that correct?”

I nodded.

“Fabulous.” She tapped her long nails into the keyboard. How she typed with her fingernails like that amazed me. She stood up, handing me a visitor pass. “Here, take this. They’ll do your ID today, then at the end of the day just hand the visitor pass back to me,” she smiled. “If you go through the turnstiles, second lift, floor eight.” She held her hand out, showing me the way.

“Thank you very much,” I smiled before stepping back and following her instruction.

Pushing through the turnstiles I walked towards the lift, pressed the button and waited anxiously. I played with the lanyard of the visitor card, I needed to keep my hands busy as my stomach was a ball of nerves.

The doors pinged, inhaling deeply I walked into the lift, turning as the doors closed. The lift moved quickly to the eighth floor, and I was grateful.