the locked one. I was standing on top of the toilet in my high h
red me it was safe to come out. He heard my shaky v
it's safe to open t
e man's yellow paisley tie and matching handkerchief and tha
ou okay
eautiful young lady who couldn't o
my hands up and down my arms a
ay. He's
ut him, the cafe owner, and the cops. I wasn't listening or grasping what he was saying. He tells me again. "It's o
police that you
e out of the
he g
rra
high cheekbones, and mouth, and the lipstick
is broad shoulders. He sat me down at on
pened her
blue jeans, a bomber jacket, a black mask, and waving a handgun. He didn't rob anyone. He only pointed the gun at me briefly
e cops and then explained that he had a crucial meeti
xtensively while making a detailed report of what I h
t, volatile relationship?" Do you kno
don't know who the man could have been. As I said, I
requent t
to New York, and I haven't
look out the window, and see the man who assisted me from the restr
all? I'll be fine. I have a job inter
a'am, be
, I w
ill have cops on patrol in the area today and tomorrow so y
he nice young lady here a ride to her interview? She
y tracks when I heard what Mr. Dimitri req
n take you to you
urning around and giving
day, sir." The
attan at VW International. My brain kept telling me to let it go and focus
ng at the number carefully. The voice I heard o
, Sinc
s from the pain I instantly felt hearing his voice. But my pride wouldn't allow it. I was pressing my coat sleeves to her eyes b
llo
Have you found a job yet? Because
pression blank. It took all the strength I had withi
t a bad time. I'm busy ri
? Look, you owe me! You lived off
you right now. I got to go." C
officer decided to inquire, noticin
, just a little nervou
ate properly on my job interview. Realizing what was happening caused
ing for an explanation. But really, is there one? No, the sane will never be able to compre
ground. Now a phone call comes inquiring about my actions and well-being. I shook my head, trying to free myself of thos
ter, I struggled to survive. The officer recognized t
u alright?" He a
cerned look behind his thi
but thanks for asking. It's my f
d myself lying to a police officer. I was jobless, broke, hungry, and on the verge of being homeless. How
n, 'How did I allow myself
ong, and cheerful again. But, instead, my mind and h
get this job?' I asked myself,
ida, that my life would have turned out like this, I wouldn't have believed it. I was a dr
faces if I told them the marriage was a fraud
s. And once I convinced them my career would be a priority, my mother blessed me. But little does my family know, i
in front of one of the tall office
k into the building repeatedly. "If I make it here in New York, I c