all around The Kingdom, and the code being needed for the penthouse elevator, I’m safe. The only person I’m not safe from is myself, and right now I’m feeling physically fine.
The drapes in my apartment are pulled open wide, and the morning light touches every part of the room. It really is a great room. Light and airy, no dark corners, no large intimidating furniture. Just a modern, clean living room with a homey feel to it.
With every step further into the room, I feel a little less nervous. My body is giving me no sign that anything unexpected is going to happen and I start to relax. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and open the doors to the balcony. The gentle breeze blows the wisps of hair around my face, and I look up to the bright sky. “Today is a good day. It’s going to be a good day,” I say to myself resolutely. The sun is shining; I’m here, feeling fine, and I have Denham King to look forward to later, what more could I want?
I make a coffee, and before I can call down and order something for breakfast, there is a knock at the door, and I open it to find that breakfast has come to me.
It’s not Anthony today though; it’s a young girl in the uniform that looks too big for her and a very nervous expression. It looks like she’s new to this job, maybe it’s even her first day, and the poor girl has been sent to the penthouse, no doubt with specific instructions to do everything right. She fiddles with her fingers, picking at the skin around her nails, just like I do when I’m nervous.
“Good morning, miss.” She manages to push the words out, and I can see how hard it was for her. She’s really going to have to come out of her shell to work here, but I’m sure it won’t take more than a few good days and kind words.
“Good morning.”
“Mr. King instructed that I bring you breakfast. Where would you like it?”
“Just over there by the table will be fine,” I instruct and take a second to look at her name tag. “Thank you, Natalie.”
That name brings memories to the forefront of my mind. Memories I was forgetting, regardless of how long or short the time that has gone by, I was actually leaving it all behind and moving on. She reminds me of me in so many ways and I want to sit her down and tell her about everything, everything I went through, if for nothing but to make her more aware of the big wide world, and how much she needs to toughen up to survive.
I stop the racing thoughts. I breathe and I sigh.
Natalie stands next to the cart with eyes so wide, she looks like a stunned rabbit.
“Oh, I’m sorry, N—” I can’t bring myself to say her name again. “Here,” I say, hurrying over to my purse and pulling out a bill for her.
“Oh, no, miss. I couldn’t possibly. I mean, I don’t think I’m allowed,” she stutters, shuffling her feet backwards in the direction of the door.
“Please, take it,” I say. Taking her hand in mine, I push the bill into her palm and close her fingers around it. “Is this your first day?” I ask with a smile, hoping to put her at ease a little.
“No, it’s my third day, I’m trying to do everything right today,” she answers in a dejected voice.
“Oh, you didn’t do everything right yesterday?”
“I tried.” She shrugs.
“Well, I think you’re doing a great job today. I wouldn’t tip you if you weren’t,” I reassure softy.
“Hopefully the dragon lady will think so too, although I doubt it.” Her eyes instantly widen as she realizes she just voiced this out loud. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I’ve spoken out of turn, please don’t tell Mr. King, please, I need this job, I need it bad.”
“Hey, calm yourself. I won’t be telling anyone anything, other than to say how good I think you are. I happen to be a friend of Mr. King and I will be sure to tell him how impressed I am, okay?”
She nods, although the worry lines are still etched around her lips.
“Now, you want to tell me who the dragon is,
The drapes in my apartment are pulled open wide, and the morning light touches every part of the room. It really is a great room. Light and airy, no dark corners, no large intimidating furniture. Just a modern, clean living room with a homey feel to it.
With every step further into the room, I feel a little less nervous. My body is giving me no sign that anything unexpected is going to happen and I start to relax. I grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator and open the doors to the balcony. The gentle breeze blows the wisps of hair around my face, and I look up to the bright sky. “Today is a good day. It’s going to be a good day,” I say to myself resolutely. The sun is shining; I’m here, feeling fine, and I have Denham King to look forward to later, what more could I want?
I make a coffee, and before I can call down and order something for breakfast, there is a knock at the door, and I open it to find that breakfast has come to me.
It’s not Anthony today though; it’s a young girl in the uniform that looks too big for her and a very nervous expression. It looks like she’s new to this job, maybe it’s even her first day, and the poor girl has been sent to the penthouse, no doubt with specific instructions to do everything right. She fiddles with her fingers, picking at the skin around her nails, just like I do when I’m nervous.
“Good morning, miss.” She manages to push the words out, and I can see how hard it was for her. She’s really going to have to come out of her shell to work here, but I’m sure it won’t take more than a few good days and kind words.
“Good morning.”
“Mr. King instructed that I bring you breakfast. Where would you like it?”
“Just over there by the table will be fine,” I instruct and take a second to look at her name tag. “Thank you, Natalie.”
That name brings memories to the forefront of my mind. Memories I was forgetting, regardless of how long or short the time that has gone by, I was actually leaving it all behind and moving on. She reminds me of me in so many ways and I want to sit her down and tell her about everything, everything I went through, if for nothing but to make her more aware of the big wide world, and how much she needs to toughen up to survive.
I stop the racing thoughts. I breathe and I sigh.
Natalie stands next to the cart with eyes so wide, she looks like a stunned rabbit.
“Oh, I’m sorry, N—” I can’t bring myself to say her name again. “Here,” I say, hurrying over to my purse and pulling out a bill for her.
“Oh, no, miss. I couldn’t possibly. I mean, I don’t think I’m allowed,” she stutters, shuffling her feet backwards in the direction of the door.
“Please, take it,” I say. Taking her hand in mine, I push the bill into her palm and close her fingers around it. “Is this your first day?” I ask with a smile, hoping to put her at ease a little.
“No, it’s my third day, I’m trying to do everything right today,” she answers in a dejected voice.
“Oh, you didn’t do everything right yesterday?”
“I tried.” She shrugs.
“Well, I think you’re doing a great job today. I wouldn’t tip you if you weren’t,” I reassure softy.
“Hopefully the dragon lady will think so too, although I doubt it.” Her eyes instantly widen as she realizes she just voiced this out loud. “Oh god, I’m sorry. I’ve spoken out of turn, please don’t tell Mr. King, please, I need this job, I need it bad.”
“Hey, calm yourself. I won’t be telling anyone anything, other than to say how good I think you are. I happen to be a friend of Mr. King and I will be sure to tell him how impressed I am, okay?”
She nods, although the worry lines are still etched around her lips.
“Now, you want to tell me who the dragon is,
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