We were seated in the hall of law department for our first ever interview with our senior professor, "Ashton Turner," who was also a practitioner at the Ministry of Law, Qatar. It doesn't seem like an ordinary interaction when the hall was quiet. We could hear the footsteps of Sir Ashton. a old man with white hair and a French beard wearing his black 3-piece suit.
At first we were welcomed by him; during the mid-half of the speech, our eyes widened when he started talking about our first class, which could be to witness a case study under our seniors. Each section will consist of 30 students, and a group of 5 students will prepare the study under one senior. The list was prepared randomly. We were set free to collect our robes and wear them. We had just one hour to roam around. Showing off our robes to other students who didn't belong to our department. The list was going to arrive at 12 o'clock. Wait, I didn't receive any call from my home till now being a single girl child. How was that possible? I tried to give my mother a call, but she didn't answer. Hopefully she must be doing some work. Soon the clock pointed towards 12. I was checking my name over the phone. "G 5, head -Jack Harrison."
Jack Harrison "the name seems like a powerful, handsome,handsome and sadist man straight from Netflix." I must say, thankfully in Qatar, we just see censored scenes. We can see him walking from the main gate to our department. He could easily be spotted due to his tall figure, someone I have recently had an encounter with. not even a normal one ,but a tale of conjusted lift with weird mixture of gestures. I was trying hard not to widen my eyes. At this moment, he was our head. I had no idea what was destiny up to.
I was expecting a calm breeze all the summer; the more I thought, the more fires were ignited. The passion was hard to explain. Not in a dirty way, but that tension between us when his siren eyes recognized me—there was something about his eyes. He didn't utter anything, but I knew he hadn't forgotten that eye roll—how my eyes were glued to him for almost 2 minutes. We were all seated in the next classroom, near the auditorium. He was like a moon among stars.
We were all barely visible, especially me being 5' 4. It made me somewhat uncomfortable. He was at the podium introducing himself, then suddenly my phone rang, "Summertime Sadness—Lana del Ray." It was very embarrassing; I muted my calls. No, mom, this wasn't the right time to ask me to bring any vegetables or any groceries. It was my first project. Thank God Harrison didn't react. "10+ messages," I wasn't able to concentrate anymore. It was my mother asking me to come home immediately. "Right now." "Your father was feeling a sense of uneasiness near his heart. We are at Qatar Global Hospital, getting his ECG done."
I didn't care if it was just a lecture by some Jack Harrison or whether it was my first project. I got up, picked my purse, and walked towards Harrison's podium. I said to him, "I must go; it's an emergency." He asked what kind of emergency you must complete this lecture; it's hardly a matter of 2 minutes more." I said, "I have to go; it is related to my father." Jack shaken hands with me, and I left for the hospital.
It was my first rash driving experience. Everything was done until I reached. It was discovered my father's blood has thickened and his cholesterol levels are high. For the first time in life, I saw a man as solid as iron lying on a hospital bed with swollen eyes, in pain. I could read from his eyes the regret of his past karma. the regret of passing toxicity and the regret of losing his health.
Now, when he had this sudden realization, nothing could be undone. After these two hours of regret ceremony, we were at our place. The health charts were already handed over to my mother. For the first time, my dad was following a diet plan. I didn't know if I would be able to sleep peacefully today. The conflict of feelings and my first day experience. While removing my ornaments, I was stunned for 5 minutes because the diamond ring on my finger was missing.
JACK :
After receiving the turner's call, I was preparing myself to digest so much of the excitement among the new bees.
It's not that I don't like this feeling, but it reminds me of the time I had. My journey as a fresher in this college. I even had a group, though we all meet sometimes. I don't want to remember something that missed imprints on my heart. That was the best and worst time of my life. I have become a new person now, losing so much of me. I still never stopped walking along the journey, but I became more lifeless, like a robot. Anyway, after a drive of 13 minutes. I reached. The was prepared as soon as I started walking towards the department. G 5
Head: Jack Harrison. Lol, that's the only thing I bother to read. as I was walking near the G5. I was feeling crazy as I believed I was daydreaming. Seeing that same face again.
But as I walked closer, I realized it was a coincidence. Now, I was in a hurry to deliver the basics. Sometimes it really does work in my favor. I walked towards the podium and started giving my introduction, and I started with objectives. I don't know why she started walking towards my podium. That 5'4 shy kinda girl with beautiful hazelnut brown eyes, her hairs moved alongside, and when she walked, that defined waist of her. ugh, I was distracted. I stopped delivering my lecture. I got goosebumps when she came closer; she was hinting at me to lower down my neck and hear. She said in her shaking voice that she had to leave the class as it's an emergency. I was nobody to stop her. I had authority, but it was about her father. She left the class. It was hard for me to carry on my lecture, so I decided to end it.
Before walking out, I noticed a silver-plated diamond ring lying near the podium. I picked it up, and I realize it is too little. I don't know how, but I was sure it belonged to her. I kept it in my pocket. You have got a visitor, Ms. Rosevelt.
Hailey Roosevelt's POV
The night passed. I didn't sleep properly, and I was tensed about my ring. The next task was to find my ring in college. Luckily, only rich people study here. There are fewer chances if someone keeps it with them. I decided to have coffee to ease my mind. A cold one.
After drinking coffee I was calm. I was gazing.
The dark sky, shimmering stars, and the quietness. I have come a long way. I was getting nostalgic about the times I had in the warehouse. I was happy to leave the trauma behind, but I was sad to lose the person I was. I slept finally, but the alarm kept on ringing at 7 a.m. I was going to be late today. I slept longer; it was 8:30 when I heard my mom calling me "Haley, wake up. We have a visitor. Is he your head for your first case study, you didn't tell me? Wake up? "
That was no less than a shock. I was looking like a potato—a ripped one with swollen eyes. Who cares, who is he? . If I didn't come, my mother may tell him all the details about me. I rushed down. I was angry at him for breaking that thin line. How dare he? I was going to yell at him, but the way he noticed me I know I was wearing a white crop t-shirt with pink pajamas and slippers, but still, what does that mean?. His cheeks were a little bit pink today, I noticed. I asked him, "What are you doing here?"
I lashed at him. Maybe he could be the guy who shares my address with every single batchmate or pretends to be close to me, as close as witnessing my morning face sitting on my sofa; why not my bedroom too? been there, experienced that. I was waiting to hear an explanation from him—the reason why I had such a questionable morning?.
He smiled awkwardly and got up from the sofa. This was the second time I was hearing his voice, but his tone wasn't as smooth as his lecture. He was loud and angry. "First of all, Hailey, I am your senior; I don't let anyone talk to me like that; second of all, I have no interest in sneaking into a teenager's house; and the third and last one, I came here just to return the diamond ring that fell from your finger, which I found right near the podium; I thought you must be looking for that anxiously. But now I think you aren't in any hurry, at least as much to take it here "informally." . "Ms. Hailey Roosevelt, meet me today at 3 pm, backside of the canteen." .
The day's starting couldn't get any worse. He walked towards the door, and slowly he disappeared. That numbness in me suggested the guilt of overassuming. Now that my mom came out of the kitchen, the tea was ready. She already missed the most amazing one. Not funny, but yes, now Hailey, we have to please, maybe something I did years ago.
In this scenario since yesterday, I have totally forgotten about Emma. She was visiting us today for two purposes. The first was to ask about her uncle's health, and the second was to humiliate me in all the ways possible for scaring the shite out of her. ghosting her 20+ messages. Now, Hailey, the day was actually "lit," ironically. I planned to apologize to her and vomit all the details of this unforgettable morning. After having a chit chat with my mother and wishing my father a speedy recovery, she entered my room.
She started yelling at me, "But Hailey..." I hugged her, and then she was quiet; she agreed to listen to my explanation. After all, we are sisters. When I told her the "raiding thriller of Jack Harrison," I dared her not to laugh. She laughed it off, hugging the pillow and rolling out. I don't know us cousins always laugh in serious situations. I waited until she was done.
"If I am not mistaken, he is the same head who was giving us the lecture?" I said yes. "It is not funny,"Hailey.We have to at least deal with him for 6 months more." Don't worry, I hope you are going to accompany me to college just to apologize to him at 3 p.m.
It was 3 p.m. I was feeling a strange tickle in my stomach. I didn't know what I was even going to say. I didn't prepare at all. There he was, standing tall on the stairs to the terrace. Wearing a plain white shirt with formal pants, looking at his Rolex. I think he was just waiting for me. Emma broke the deal at the last moment; she simply decided to stay at least 2 km away from us. I was walking towards him. I was wearing white heels and a smoked white dress with red lips. He turned his face towards me. Sun was hitting directly at his face. It was a kind of view.
Those brown siren eyes were reminding me of the dry barks, kohl, and fallen leaves during autumn. His texture was as slits on the beach shore; when sun rays hit them, they shine. His white Burberry collars were like a swan's wings. I noticed so much in a second, I was blinking my eyes too. Anyhow, he wasn't friendly anymore. He asked me, "What's your problem, Hailey Roosevelt? Why do you assume so much of me? Have I even bothered you till now? . I didn't have any answer; I was stunned. I was fumbling. I said...I AM SORRY,JACK. But you must understand I hardly know you. I know I should not have judged you that harshly, but what if I couldn't have? There is so much risk.
My past was In front of me, I couldn't...say much. I turned my back towards him. I was going to go, but he held my wrist without gripping it tight. I turned towards him, and he putted my diamond ring back to its place. I was literally jogging by the main gate. Elle was waiting for me. I was shivering.