Chapter 2

Chapter 2

 

-"We are done for today. See you next week and do not forget your papers are due on Friday. Well that was it."

Mr.Hart left the class on the first hour so we took a 20 minutes break to pull ourselves together after being left mesmerized from his work experience, his lavish lifestyle, personal achievements and the worldwide connections. Well, this was weird coming from someone who makes no public appearances, comes and opens his heart to a Money and Banking Class. So, I guess we had a hard time coming back to reality after that presentation. I am still hoping he has not spotted me in the crowded audience. Otherwise I would be reminded as the girl who spills the coffee and it will haunt me forever. Leaving the class I realize I have not met my only friends in here. Do you see what you have done to me Jonathan Hart? I barely know you and you made me forget to call my friends and ask them why they missed today’s class. What’s wrong with me? Never ever acted like this before. Distracted by someone who I did not know his face till 3 hours ago.

-"Stop it Em and pull yourself together." I find Nicole’s number and dial her.

-"Hey Nikki where are you? Where is Luke? Oh, so you are together? And how is his mom? Better? No, I thought you would be present in class today. Nothing special. We had a guest lecturer today, Jonathan hart. I know! The one and only flesh and blood, Jonathan Hart. I don’t know how professor Thomas arranged it, but he was with us for 40 minutes and then left as charming as he could possibly be."

-"Miss Emily I am shocked to hear these words by you. Praise the lord you are referring to a man by his looks."

-"Nicole Clark do not mock me please. I am just referring to him as the majority does. -"Em listen, we are waiting for Luke’s mum blood tests so I will  catch up with you later."

-"Ok, call me as soon as you have a chance. Say hi to Luke from me. Love you. Bye." Nicole or as I call her Nikki has been dating Luke since our freshmen year in university and we have been good friends when we met on the registration day. They are the couple next door to my room. Nikki studies Political Science and Luke studies Law. We live in a small building and I have rented a room. This is how much my bank account can afford. On the other side, Luke and Nikki have a nice apartment. We have been living in this building for almost three years, Nikki and Luke have paid for everything from their own pockets. They are too proud and stubborn to accept their parents’ help. Nikki’s parents are both doctors. Mrs Clark is a pediatrician and Mr Clark is a neurologist. Luke’s parents are both engineers and they own a construction company. While mines, are both teachers. They live in the East London Suburb. My mother teaches English literature in high school and my father is a math professor also in the same high school. I guess the passion for numbers analysis is inherited from him. When I was a child in elementary school I used to read with him about advanced math questions all the time. My mother insisted in literature. She even named me after her favorite writer, Emily Bronte. Wuthering Heights was the first book he bought for my mother when they passed across a library in the Oxford Street. It was a bit pricey for that time. but when he saw my mother’s joy as she was staring the window shopper he spent all the money he had in his pocket for his way back home. And every time she mentions their first date her eyes sparkle. I wish I can find a love like theirs. It is precious in my eyes and I can tell how rare it is to find it nowadays. But when I turn my head around and see Luke with Nikki I am sure love is still pretty alive around these days.

It’s almost 11.30 pm and no sign from Luke and Nikki. Maybe they are staying at the hospital tonight. It has been a tiring week for them too. I decide to go to bed because for almost one hour I was laying on the couch with a book on my hand and not a single page read. I was thinking about him. Jonathan Hart has been on my mind every moment since this noon. Even when I brush my teeth my brain recalls his image at the bar, miss Kelly’s flawless appearance and the fascinating life resume. But why on hell I am affected by him? I don’t understand and an awkward feeling runs in my body.Oh Emily stop over thinking.

-"Go to sleep. Now!" But I can’t. I wish I have never spilled that coffee, but rethinking it how would I have known Mr Hart as a normal and random client comparing it to the famous CFO Hart. It’s like I feel I have jumped to a different world from mine and the visit will haunt me back forever. 

-"S**t, forever is a long time." Now Em, sleep.

Reviews

[Laura Lynn]

Once, I thought it might be a good idea to try to write a novel with a lot of different occupations in it. Reading this, I see that that might be difficult. How can a writer introduce people's occupations without simply listing when he or she may have no exposure to the other type of knowledge needed in those fields. Someone whose parents are engineers and own a construction company for instance, that sounds interesting. I wonder where the construction company works and what it builds, how large it is. Once I met a foreman, but the only sense of what work of his I was able to learn about had to do with ordering doors and windows from different carriers. Over a salad, near a place I had used to work, he also admitted to working very closely with his accountant to push the numbers around. Once I worked in a garden center and they had forklifts to lift the mulch. In order to work as a forklifter, you had to have a special driving license. I liked working there because it was outside and previously I had been afraid of office buildings as a "permanent" job which was a threat posed to me. Sorry, I don't know if this helps the story or not. Maybe I should go on to the next chapter...

You might want to correct the tense in "But I can’t. I wish I had never spilled that coffee," as opposed to 'have.' I do find the sounds of the language thrilling when I hear "the visit will haunt me back forever" but you can excise the "back" ...I guess the Clarks work in a hospital I'm gathering, there's the community of it. I wonder about the speed of the thoughts and if it is what an audience typically expects in a story to find or become fond of