Broken Hearts

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7:46, the digital clock displayed, as Hannah parked her car in front of the Building. She glanced at the name engraved on the black Granite, 'THINK SMART Pvt. Ltd.', reminding herself of her now life. She pulled her laptop bag from passenger seat, unlocked the car and got out, leaving key in ignition.

"Good morning madam president" she heard gruff voice of George Huss, office guard for 20 years- last 4 of which as her personal valet.

"Good morning George, park my car near front, I would be leaving around 12:30" She stepped aside, leaving the door open.

"Of course, madam president" Hannah heard him reply just as she rounded the car, climb up the front steps. At first the title 'madam president' from George's mouth- someone who has bought her McDonald as a kid- bothered her, but 4 year later, she just let it slip. Entering through sliding doors, she walked towards her private elevator, she responded to Shannon- the entryway receptionist's- morning greeting.

Hannah accessed the lift using her finger-print and chose for 24th floor. She pulls out cell out of her blazer pocket and gazed at home screen picture on her new cell. 6 smiling faces staring back, her whole world- or at least the happy part. She glanced at her refection on shining metal of the lift.

A women in sleek grey business suit with cream shirt complimenting her light tan skin, her face make-up free other than chap-stick, but her eyes were glaring at the mop of mess on top of her head called hairs that were currently tied up in –unintentional- messy bun. Hairs that are too curly to tied up or left open.

The doors opened, distorting her view, as well as her thoughts. Walking out she turned left and entered 2nd door on her right, with size slightly bigger than cabin, her office was... offset to say the least. Setting her bag on top of oval desk, she sat on John H. Kennedy executive chair- second expensive thing in her office.

First thing she did was switch on air conditioning mounted on right wall, then she uncovered full length glass wall opposite her desk, using remote control. Silent room was buzzing with machinery hum within seconds. She reclined in chair- her back need the support after being up since 4:30 in morning- resting her hands on her stomach, stretching her legs under the desk, crossed at ankle she rested them on small, patch up ottoman that her mother and daughter DIY-ed for her. As curtains were mechanically rolling up, sunlight bounced off pure black marble-the most expensive part of her office- making small room seem spacious. She glanced around the room, calming light mint color painted walls. The wall opposite door holds 24*16'' canvas pained with colorful prints of different texture. It was her daughter's school project, 'Craft with family'. And even thought it wasn't art collectors level, to Hannah there was no other art she would have in her space. Just below that art, a cabinet hung out, that could fold out as desk. Reclining in her chair more, closing her eyes she let herself bath in sunlight. That's how she liked starting her day, socked in warmth, contemplating her thought.

Too many thoughts running in her mind- the constant one was her daughter, Zoe, Zoe Grace Spawns- who for the first time is going away on her school trip, today at 2:00 p.m. 'I hope my chatter-monkey wouldn't cause any trouble' a smile embedded her face 'who am I kidding, she would manage to get herself in trouble before airplane takes-off.'

Hannah heard footsteps and clicking sound of opening and closing the door- indicating its 8 and her assistant, Serine Frank has arrived. The adjoining door behind her opens and her nostril filled with aroma of strong coffee.

"My god, would you look at ugly mess, did you even bother with comb" Her pitchy voice was announcement of her presence. Hannah opened her eyes, gesturing her to pass her coffee.

"Good morning, Serine" greeting before she sipped her small cup, "My schedule, please" Hannah requested, ignoring Serine's comment about her hair.

Serine followed her instruction, "At 9:30 you are meeting 'Sanveer group', they want to discuss new proposal, I have arranged light snacks, as it will be almost 11 till things wrap-up. I had to cancel meeting with 'Fresh basket' because apparently Mr. Ferrila don't work before afternoon and you had to leave town by 12. That's pretty much it. Wow, its smallest schedule I had, since last yea-"

"Inform accounting detail and head project manager of HAVEN, I want to meet them, right after Sanveer's leave. Bring me, Sanveer's file" Hannah cut Serine off in dismissive tone. Despite Serine being talkative, she was P.A. Hannah had endured for longest period. Serine walked back into her office- using her second quality being organized- she was back 30 seconds with the called file, and handed it to Hannah, who wordlessly started reading the file.

Serine's first quality, understanding "I will call you 5 min before the meeting" ignoring Hannah's rudeness she walked back into her office, closing connecting door behind her.

Her life revolves like clock- repeating methodically. This was abnormal in comparison to what she had planned before, but she had made her now life, her normal.

3 weeks less to be 25, billionaire, working 10 hours a day- for a job opposite of her passion and mother of 5 year old. For some that was good life. But to her, it was just pause. Pause filled with revenge, then she plans on resuming her life as she had dreamed. But plans don't always work out do they?