Chapter Four
Aurora’s POV
I walked out of the company with a cardboard box filled with my things. I looked back one last time before chucking my things into my car.
The first person I called was my boyfriend ‘Matteo’. We’d been dating for over two years and he was my safe space.
I called once, twice, thrice. No answer.
“He must be busy at work.” We hardly saw each other these days because of how time-demanding my job was.
I called my best friend and she picked up on the first ring. I couldn’t stop the tears; I just kept on crying.
“Hello?”
“Rory, what’s going on?”
“Stay where you are. I’m coming to get you.
And that was how I ended up in Jenny’s house drinking wine straight from the bottle. The wine glass ditched a long time ago.
Jennifer Kim was my best friend, the only person who had picked me up after I’d stumbled one too many times to count.
We met in our last year of high school, bonded over boys, failing math grades, and our love for Maroon 5. ‘Matteo hated the fact that I listened to them and he claimed they were for high school kids.
“Marcus is such an asshole. I wish I could sue his lying ass.” She slurred her words angrily.
“I could sue him, but I need to pay for Nico’s surgery.”
“Yeah, Nico is more important than that son of a sock.” I burst out laughing.
I kept on laughing hysterically till I started crying. Reality was hitting me like a brick slammed on my face.
“How do I pay for Nico’s surgery? I don’t have a job. No job equals no health insurance. Oh my god.” I started freaking out. I’m going to lose Nico too.
I must have been cursed to keep losing people I loved. My life has been a constant replay of tragedies. First it was my dad, then my mum, and my sister too.
“Hey, look at me. Look at me. We are going to figure this out, okay?” She said while hugging me close to her body.
I just sobbed till I passed out on my friend's couch, drunk from cheap wine. What a life.
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I woke up with the worst hangover I’d had in a while. I couldn't even remember much of last night. All I remembered was the cheap wine and a lot of crying involved.
Now I needed to get up and put my big girl panties on like my dad always told me. Fuck Marcus. Fuck Mrs. Brown and her bad haircut.
“Hey, sleepy head.” Jenny greets in an unnecessary loud high-pitched voice. I groaned as I held my head in my hands.
“I wish you had hangovers too so I could inflict the same pain on you.”
“Well, good thing I don’t.” She made her way to the kitchen. Presumably, to make coffee.
“Matteo called this morning and I told him to fuck off.” I snatched my phone up to see Matteo’s name on my call log and a 17-second duration attached to his name.
“Why would you tell him that? I know you don’t like him but he’s my boyfriend, Jennifer.” I walked to the kitchen ready to give her a piece of my mind.
“And where was this so-called boyfriend of yours when you needed him? You need to end things with this guy. He’s not good for you Rory.” She said softly.
“I don’t know why you keep saying this, but he loves me and I love him. He was probably busy yesterday. You know what his work is like.” I tried to defend. At that point, I didn’t ’t know who I was trying to convince, me or her.
She sighed but remained silent. Jenny never liked Matteo since the first day they met. She never told me a reason and she never supported our relationship.
Matteo and I met 2 years ago at an art show. We instantly hit off. We were quick to become friends before I finally agreed to date him.
Our relationship over the years has had its ups and downs, but I knew we were in an endgame and nothing would ever change that. I made a mental note to call him after I leave Jenny’s house.
After coffee and breakfast, we sat down on the couch to watch an episode of Love Island.
“So…” Jenny started but paused.
“What?” My attention is still on the TV screen.
“So, I called in a few favors and I got you a job.” That got my full attention and I turned to face her.
“What do you mean you got me a job?"
“Well, technically you have to go for an interview but you’re technically hired. It’s way better than your previous company.” I can’t believe this.
The last person I would expect to get me a job is Jennifer.
“No way!”
“It’s true...” she smiled softly at me
“Ok, what company is it?” I asked, genuinely interested.
“Uhm, wait a second let me check.” She scrolled through her phone before she found what she was looking for.
“It’s Grey Airlines. You would be working as a private air attendant. The pay is really good. It’s a total of $40000 per month.”
My mouth refused to close. Oh my god.
“$40000 a month?” I asked again, thinking I heard her wrong.
“Yeah, it’s not enough, right? I could ask for a raise if you want.”
“Oh my God, I love you so much. What did I ever do to deserve you, Jennifer?” I couldn’t help but cry. Again.
I can’t believe I have a job again. I was so excited that the name of the company didn’t register with me until I was leaving for the interview the next morning.
Oh my God. I’m going to be working for Grey Airlines. This is every attendant’s dream.
Suddenly I’m nervous and I can’t stop shaking.
Stepping out of the revolving doors into the lobby, I knew this was the beginning of a new chapter in my life.
One that promised a turn I could have never envisioned.