On the Run p. 65

It was so incredibly lonely facing the world on her own once again.  She flew home, alone, and caught a taxi home.  Walking in the doors of her house seemed like stepping into another realm.  Her home was beautiful.  She had decorated it all herself, from wall texture to bedside decoration.  It was clean.  It was bright.  It was huge.

She had hit success at an early age, so everything had an exaggerated flair.  The large house in the nice part of town was completely paid for.  It housed designer brand clothes in the closet, not the big box store brands she had worn for so long now.  The furniture was not only pleasing to the eye, but comfortable.  Her bedroom comfortably held her king size bed wrapped in soft sheets and unique furniture.  Her kitchen had all the best appliances.  Her house sitter had even kept the pantry fully stocked, with exotic spices and all organic favorite brands.  She smiled briefly when she noted one thing that looked out of place, but now seemed so important:  a big red box labeled “Lucky Charms.”  One of her secret favorites as well.  Such a stark contrast to the boxed mac n cheese and dust lining her apartment cupboards back in Missouri.

She made her way out to the garage, knowing it was most likely the last time she would walk through it.  She would put it up for sale as soon as she could line up a realtor.  Stepping into the garage was another shock.  In it was an empty stall where her Yukon was stored, which she used to haul antiques and other one of a kind items she found at auctions or local markets.  She had taken that when she ran, but it was not so great on gas, and she stopped to sell it within her first few months on the run.  Parked in the adjacent stall, however, was her beauty.  A sunshine yellow corvette convertible.  Oh yes, she loved this car.  It went fast, she could put the top down and feel the wind in her hair, and its seats were comfortable for long drives.  She would keep this car.

She made her way to the office, expecting the worst.  She hadn’t had a major part in this company for nearly two years.  She tried in the beginning to keep it going, and she checked in from time to time, but she felt she had nothing to offer and relied on her managers and executives to keep it afloat.  She went to her office, which had been basically untouched for so long.  She logged in and absorbed everything.  She familiarized herself with current projects, contracts in limbo, and got lost in it.  Oh, this is what she missed.  She missed watching something come from nothing.  She loved viewing the portfolios from her top designers.  They had started fresh out of college, not really knowing how to put their knowledge to use, and she trained them up.  She walked with them and showed her everything she knew, and they had become fantastic.

Her profit margins were beyond her wildest expectations.  Her fresh out of college grads were now taking on jobs overseas, bringing in profit despite their locations around the globe.  They had more than kept the business afloat while she was gone.  Her financial executives had made extremely wise decisions, and they only accepted contracts that would do the company well.  They had expanded, hired new artists and designers, and she couldn’t have been happier.  She looked up and the clock read past midnight.  The time had flown by.  She was so happy that tears rolled down her cheeks.  Happy for the success of her designers, the wisdom of her executive officers, the beauty of the building that housed their offices, and that her life was not in ruins.  It was flourishing.

She thought things over.  She had held onto the house and the car thinking if she ran plum out of money that she could sell these and keep going.  She pulled out a conservative amount of money from her savings to live off of in the beginning, and keeping these nice things at home had given her motivation to not overspend so she could return to the nice things.  She now felt no connection to them, and she was ready to move on.  Except the convertible.  That she still loved.  She realized now that she could have lived much more luxuriously, but she really didn’t know how long she’d be on the run, and if she had to stretch it out for many more years, needing to sell things may have been necessary.

Then she realized what she needed to do.  She could finally thank all of those who had helped her so graciously over the years…

 

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