6 6. Unexpected Encounter

Just when I was able to control the panic attack, the door of the lift opened and I came face to face with my worst nightmare- my best friend and ex cozying up to each other. They entered the lift but were oblivious to their surroundings. They didn't notice me yet as they were lost in each other's eyes. It gave me a sense of déjà vu. I didn't know know whether it was a good or bad thing as it gave me sometime to keep emotions in check.

When they finally noticed me, they were shocked for a moment. My 'best friend' was the first to speak.

"How have you been, Noe?" she asked in a sickly sweet voice that seemed like it was full of concern, like she hadn't slept with my fiancé on my wedding day, like she wasn't still standing with the man I used to love.

"I am great. After I got rid of all the trash out of my life, it's gotten much better." Oh, it felt so satisfying, to insult them like they insulted me. Even if it was just a small bit compared to their betrayal, it still felt good. Maybe I am petty, but right at this moment, I don't care.

Their facial expressions turned ugly on realising that they were being referred to as trash.

"That's enough. Chloe asked you in a polite way about your well being. She is just asking you out of concern", said Rory(my ex).

"Oh really, was she being polite when she slept with my fiancé?Was showing her concern when she humiliated me in front of every person I have ever known? Or was it you who showed your concern?Huh?"

With that out of my chest, it felt like a weight lifted off my chest and seeing their guilty and embarrassed expressions made me feel better.

"I just realized that trash belongs in a trashcan and not in the bed. After what you did to me, that's what I deduced."

The lift pinged and I saw that my floor had arrived. So, I walked out of the lift, leaving behind those two traitors looking dumbstruck and with a sneer on their faces.

It felt liberating to do that. I now understood why people are ready to kill someone for revenge. It was precisely due to this feeling.

Following the instructions of the receptionist, I reached Linda's office. Knocking on the door, I waited for her to give permission to enter or open the door herself.

"Come in", came a voice from inside. I opened the door and saw a beautiful black woman who was in her 30's dressed professionally sitting behind a large mahagony desk.

She invited me in and said,"You must be Miss. Lane. We talked on the phone the other day."

"Yeah"

"Let's get going then. This way, please."

She took me to a waiting room where several beautiful women and handsome men were sitting, dressed immaculately, waiting for their turn for the interview. In front of these people, I looked like a country bumpkin. I tried not to let that get to me and focused on giving my best in the interview. I waited anxiously for my name to be called.