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The Wings That Fly Us HomePart One
Catherine closed the door behind her firmly, leaning against its solidity as if it was the only foundation in her life now with which to build from. A great sob tore from her throat as she looked around her. The apartment so fresh and inviting, so filled with sunlight, seemed to mock her, taunt her, while her brain screamed “I don’t belong here anymore!” And then echoed quietly, forlornly, “I don’t belong here anymore.”
Sliding down the door, she crumpled to sit on the floor, her legs straight out in front of her, eyeing the room, as her fingers crept hesitantly to her face, to the crude stitches that held the wounded skin together, and just briefly brushed against them with her fingertips. Recoiling, Catherine closed her eyes tightly, ‘How could she go on?’ Everything about her home tormented her, now a mere reflection of what she used to be the beautiful life style she once led. The gorgeous gowns that hung in her wardrobe a bitter twisted reminder of the life she once had.
Opening her eyes hesitantly, Catherine surveyed the apartment, slowly rising to her feet, making a sudden decision. She would stuff some belongings into a bag, and go back to the world from which she had come. Back to the safety of his world far beneath the city streets where there would be no one to point a finger at her horrific injuries. Where no one would stare at the scars the wounds would leave behind and no one to ask questions about the inner scars that would never heal.
Grabbing the bag from the top of the wardrobe, avoiding the great mirror upon its doors, Catherine opened drawers, looking for suitable attire for life Below.
Satisfied that she had thought of everything, she took a last brief look around, and as she tugged at the heavy bag toward the door her eyes caught sight of a photograph of her father. Even as her fingers reached out to take it with her, she knew without a doubt, that she couldn’t melt away like this and never look back, no matter what it did to her mentally, he was her father and he loved her and she was all he had.
Letting the handle of the bag slip from her fingers, she reached for the telephone, dialled the familiar number, and waited. His dear voice on the other end stilled her racing heart, the anxiety and tiredness present in his tone, his relief and joy when he heard her voice, that one word, ‘Daddy’, as the sobs tore from her throat and her body shook with such violence that her teeth chattered. In an instance he was soothing her with his words and his promises. And even the purr of the disconnected telephone at his end, did not register, until she had sat with the receiver in her hand, holding on to it like some lifeline, until within moments it seemed, she heard him hammering on her door.
Dreamlike she went towards it he was her father surely he would not reject her?
Even so, she knew he would be shocked when he saw her, and might decide to disown this ugly daughter once he caught sight of her wounded face. Standing on the other side of the door, she hesitated, even as he shouted, “Catherine let me in, for goodness sake.”
He was pushing against the door even as she unlocked it, and striding into the room, gathering her up into his arms, content just to hold her for the moment. “Catherine!” The pain of the last few days tore through him, “Where have you been? We’ve been so worried. Tom has been searching day and night, we all have...” Pulling her from him to search her eyes at her obvious reluctance to reply the full enormity of her plight hit him, and he re-coiled in horror, while Catherine tried to shield her face with her hands. “Good God Catherine! Your face! What ever happened to your beautiful face!” And then quietly in his fury he added “Who did this to you?”
What could she say? Already her mind was racing ahead trying to make up a story that would suffice, yet she could think of nothing. Only turn her eyes away from the questioning in his and shake her head slowly from side to side, as if to rid herself from the nightmare that was real.
“I don’t know”, she stammered, “I remember being assaulted by two men in a van, and being flung from that van, after that I remember very little.”
“You’ve been gone ten days Catherine, ten days! Where have you been all this time, certainly not in a hospital?”
“I, I don’t remember.” she lied feebly.
Tilting her chin to look him in the eye, he asked her “Is there something you wish I did not know. Catherine, I know you, and you can trust me, did a friend help you?”
“Someone must have Daddy, I don’t know, I can’t remember,” god, how she hated to lie to him, but Vincent’s secret had to remain safe, she had promised.
“Then how did you get back here?”
“I don’t know, I can’t seem to remember. Somehow I knew my way home, but this apartment doesn’t seem to belong to me, I don’t feel at home here anymore.”
“Were you abducted from here?”
“No, it was after I left Tom that evening, I was waiting for a taxi, when a man grabbed me, and bundled me into a van. He kept calling me Carol, obviously a case of mistaken identity, Daddy.”
“Whatever was Tom thinking of letting you go home alone at that hour. I could kill him.”
“Don’t blame Tom, Daddy, we had a minor disagreement, and I told him I was going home. I, I don’t want him to see me like this.”
For the first time Charles Chandler noticed the bulging bag containing her things, “Were you going away again?”
“I was running away Daddy, I couldn’t stay here, I knew only that I had to get out of here. This life isn’t mine anymore. And then I saw that photograph of you, and I remembered and found myself dialling your number.”
Taking it differently to how she meant it, Charles held his daughter close, “My god Catherine, they made you forget even me! Come you have to let me help you, we’ll call Peter Allcott, have him come here, see what we can do about repairing
that face of yours. We’ll soon have you beautiful again, and the only way you won’t be recognised, is for being more beautiful than before, if that’s possible”
Catherine leaned against him weakly, as his arms came up around her. It felt good to be held close to him, made her feel a child again, trusting in his super human ability to make everything right with the world, just for her.
*** *** ***
When Catherine came round her eyes were bandaged, and for a fleeting moment she stilled to listen for the ever-present tapping of Below. It was quiet and she wondered why. Disorientated, she shifted uncomfortably. Her face was sore and swollen, and a sense of daja vu swept over her. Stilling herself to listen intently she heard voices in the distance, and the smell was different. Vincent had told her she wasn’t in a hospital, but somehow, it seemed that she was. The heady fragrance of flowers wafted across to her, so unlike the scent of candle wax, leather and old books that she had grown used to.
Footsteps sounded nearby, and she turned her head to the sound, “Vincent?” She enquired not recognising the footsteps, and longing to hear his soft and gentle voice reassuring her as he had before.
Instead another man spoke to her, told her she was in a hospital, that the operation went well, and if she needed anything, she only had to ask.
Slowly, as though through some fog, her head began to relate the last few days back to her, and she knew she was no longer in his world. Had left him behind, her grateful thanks still on her lips, unsaid. Would she ever have a chance to thank him, for saving her life, really thank him?
As the doctor finished telling her these things, and left her alone, she whispered the only thing she wanted, “Read me the last chapter of Great Expectations.” For this had been the book that night after night Vincent had sat down at her bedside to read to her. And his voice, that beautiful captivating voice had spoken volumes, and bit by bit Catherine had found herself falling in love with him, wanting only to be free of her bandages so that she could set eyes upon him.
Nothing about his manner had prepared her for that first sight. Perhaps she should have realised when he had told her that as a baby he’d been abandoned, and brought up by the man he called his Father, and had made the secret place beneath the city his home. Perhaps she should have accepted the feel of fur beneath her fingers when she had touched his hand, instead of allowing her mind to shut it out. Perhaps she should have wondered why someone obviously as well versed as he, did not live in the world Above, but she did not wonder, was only captivated by that wondrous voice, and found her heart missed a beat whenever she’d heard those soft footsteps approaching.
Nonetheless, despite the way he looked Vincent was beautiful. By coming to know him from the inner out, she realised it mattered not what he looked like, for already she was in love with him.
Now beneath new bandages after the cosmetic surgery to repair her face, she could begin to pick up the pieces of her life once again, even so she did not know if she could continue to do so without him in her life.
He had told her she could find the strength to face life again, he had told her she had courage, made her believe in herself again, but he had not told her how to get through the rest of her life without him in it. And she didn’t know if she could.
Lying in her hospital bed Catherine sighed. What was Vincent doing now? What did he do all day far beneath the city streets?
When she had stayed there during her recovery she knew that he had spent a great deal of his time around her, caring for her needs. Yet there were times when the other man, the one she came to know as Father would sit with her instead, and she used to wonder at those times where Vincent was, but thought it improper to ask.
*** *** ***
After a few weeks, the doctor that had restored her beauty concluded that she was well enough to re-face the world, and Catherine returned with her father to the apartment she had once known as home.
Opening the door, to deposit her safely inside, he hugged her, tightly, “Now are you sure you will be all right Catherine. You know you are welcome to come to the house to stay if you wish.”
Catherine shook her head and smiled, “No Daddy, I will be fine, besides there are things I need to think about.”
“What! You mean to tell me that after all those weeks in hospital you haven’t done enough thinking already?”
Catherine laughed, “It was impossible to think clearly there Daddy, you know how it is, there was always someone coming and going, however, I did make a few decisions that I would appreciate going over with you, if you’ve time.”
Charles Chandler looked at his watch, he was already late for an appointment, still what did it matter, didn’t his daughter’s happiness come first?
Catherine noticed his frown, “Perhaps another time Daddy, if you have to leave.”
“No, I’ve time, how about making a cup of coffee and a snack, so I can work through lunch and be on time for this afternoon’s appointments. If I could just use your phone?”
Catherine nodded, “You know where it is,” she told him as she went through to the kitchen. Busying herself overlong with the coffee and a slice of fruit-cake, Catherine pondered on how best to tell him of her plans. Always he had looked after her, even giving her work at his office that she little deserved. Her heart had never been in it, and she knew people viewed her only as the boss’s daughter. The time had come for her to stand on her own two feet and make a celebrated name for herself.
Yet Charles Chandler knew his daughter better than she knew herself. And he had seen the dissatisfaction for some time within her for the life that she had led, so when finally she delayed in opening up the conversation he decided to make it easy for her, “Your going to leave the office aren’t you?”
Catherine’s eyes opened wide, “How well you know me Daddy. Are you offended?”
“Offended? Me? No not offended Catherine. But these past few weeks I’ve noticed a change in you. Not just outwardly Catherine, its more than that.
Whatever horrors your mind contained, they have remarkably transferred themselves to giving you a fresh outlook on life. I guess its the same old cliché’. That once you have had an experience like that, you look at life anew. And personally I think changes in your life would be good for you. Do you have an idea what it is you want to do?”
“Maybe. I think I will definitely stay in law. I’ve circled a few vacancies in the paper that I want to write off about. I need to do this Daddy. I am so grateful to you for all the help you have given me, but I feel somehow that I have to do this. Since the attack I have felt differently about my life, its almost as if I am searching for a place to belong now.”
Charles Chandler nodded, “Since your mother died, I have watched you grow, and I have seen this in you, this need to belong somewhere. Its like I have watched you searching. All those parties, all those concerts, the men you have dated, somehow nothing has truly held your attention for long enough to build from. Tell me, these changes that you are geared to making in your life, do they include Tom?”
Catherine blew upwards, tousling the fringe of her hair, Charles liked it when she did that, it brought back a flood of memories from her childhood, when she would be concentrating on a tricky school assignment, and had stubbornly refused his help. Catherine regarded her father, and spoke honestly from the heart, “That night, when I was attacked, when Tom and I had that minor disagreement. It was over a friend of mine, Eve, I knew her from college. Eve had been having some relationship problems. All she needed was a friend to talk to, I didn’t mind listening, but Tom took me away from her, told me she was a lost cause, I didn’t think he had any right to say that about someone he didn’t even know that well.
I resented him telling me who I should or should not speak to, and for a certainty I saw a side of him I didn’t like, that night. I don’t think I could marry a man like that Daddy.”
“Catherine,” her father leaned across to where she sat, and took up her hands in his, “You always were a sucker for a lost cause, that Tom said these things is no reason to finish with him, perhaps he knows the woman better than you think.”
“Perhaps he does, but she is a friend Daddy, and he has no right to say such things about a friend, I would never dare to do so towards one of his. No, Daddy it was more than that, his attitude told me he thought the woman was below him, but Daddy she and I were in the same class at college together, so what does that tell you. How can I be any better than she is?”
“Has she got a wealthy father?” Charles whispered a half smile on his lips.
“Exactly. Then you do see what I mean don’t you? But for your wealth Daddy, I don’t believe Tom would have given me a second glance, so what does that say about our relationship?”
“Well I don’t know so much about the second glance Cathy. You are a very beautiful woman, and nothing has changed, despite that one scar beneath your ear, but I get your point, and I would never have imagined Tom as a gold digger. But then do we ever truly know people who ever they are? Only you know the answer to your future with him Cathy. How do you think he really cares for you?”
“I used to think I was the most important person in his life Daddy, but now I know differently. My hospital room was filled with flowers from him, but I rarely saw him in person. He always had meetings and appointments to keep. Now you Daddy, I know you have had to miss an appointment to speak with me this morning, and truly I appreciate that. It shows just how much you care and that is the kind of love that is lacking between Tom and I. Really Daddy, I think I can safely say, that all I am to him is a pretty piece to hang upon his arm.”
“With the wealthy name tag of Chandler attached eh?” Charles smiled, “so you really are going to make radical changes to your life, a new job, maybe a new man, what about this apartment Cathy, will you be changing that? You said you felt you no longer belonged here?”
“I have thought about it yes. I understand there are some vacancies up on the eighteenth floor, they are a bit more expensive, because the landlord has re-furbished them. The others will all be done eventually. I think a change is as good as a rest, and I’ve already done a lot of that, so yes I think perhaps I may move on up.”
Charles laughed, “In more ways than one huh? Well I wish you every success in the world Cathy, and know this, I am proud of you. Its not easy to leave behind the comforts to stand on your own, especially after what has just happened to you. But you’ll make it Cathy, I know you will. And if by some mean chance you have a relapse you know there is always me to fall back on,” he laughed, then finishing his coffee and sandwiches he stood up to leave, “So you’ll be all right will you? I can stay longer if you wish?”
“Oh Daddy, I know you would stay all day if I asked it of you, but I also know you are just itching to look at your watch aren’t you? Thank you for taking the time out to spend with me, I really appreciate it, and I love you Daddy.”
Charles hugged her, “Let me know before you change apartments Cathy, I’ll help you move your things, but be in touch before that will you, like tomorrow?”
Catherine laughed, as she saw him to the door, “I promise, plus I will be in to empty my desk. Goodbye Daddy, take care.”
He kissed her forehead tenderly, before closing the door behind him, leaving Catherine to lean against it as she had before, though this time in a much more optimistic frame of mind.
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Changing her job had been one of Catherine’s better ideas. Within weeks she had secured herself a position as a lawyer with the D.A.’s office, and found the work to be a real challenge. Not only in proving herself to be very capable, but because she was in a position to help people thus making her feel very good about herself.
The work was compelling and fulfilling and Catherine found little time to think past her case notes. Thus the memory of her gentle saviour slipped into the past, though from time to time she wondered how he was, because after all it had been his insistence on her inner strength that had given her the initial courage to make such radical changes in her life. And she had no regrets but one the fact that she was unable to see and thank him for all he had done for her.
Yet when the opportunity finally arose to do so, Catherine was truly stunned.
It happened one evening, as she poured over case notes upon her bed, while still living at her old apartment until her new one was ready for her to move into, that she heard a sound out on the balcony that disturbed her. Looking up, she listened intently, then resumed her concentration, believing the sound to come only from the wind whilst it scuttled some leaves round and round upon the terrace.
Yet, the sound persisted, and Catherine stilled to listen, her heart thudding, as she withdrew a gun from the bedside cabinet and made her way across to the balcony doors.
Opening them slowly, the first thing she noticed was a book balancing upon the balcony wall, and her brows drew together in confusion. How had it got there?
Picking it up, she read the title, Great Expectations! Why it was the very book that Vincent had been reading to her during her stay Below that time. Another sound that swiftly had her turning to its cause, brought forth a cry of exultation from her lips, as she saw Vincent standing quietly watching her beneath the sanctuary of the shadows, almost as if he hoped she would not see him.
“Vincent!”, her cry of delight stunned and yet thrilled him in the same instance. While flinging herself against him, and hugging him tightly, his own arms hesitantly stole around her, glorifying in the feel of her soft warmth held firmly against himself.
Momentarily, closing his eyes tightly, his heart could only exult in the joy of having her so close, while his mind screamed out to him that he should never have come. Telling her as much, Catherine begged him to stay, “Don’t go Vincent.” She pleaded, adding there were so many things that she needed to tell him.
How good it was to have him there with her, those bitter sweet memories of the time she had spent in his world flooded her mind, and those days of yearning for his presence, returned afresh while she beseeched him to stay with her while the darkness remained.
Out on the balcony she read aloud to him the last chapter of the unfinished book
after he had spoken to her at length about his ability to know whatever she was feeling, whenever she felt it. He knew of her joys, her troubles, the new inner strength she had found and applied in her life, and he had wanted to see her again one last time.
Catherine found some of what he was telling her hard to grasp. Yet he had never been anything but truthful to her, and she did not doubt his words, only found it incredible, yet immensely satisfying to know that he was so much a part of her, so much so that she felt humbled by the connection that they shared.
Nonetheless, Vincent was telling her that there was no place for him in her world, he reminded people of what they were most afraid of, and he didn’t intend coming to see her again.
For the first time in her life Catherine knew what it meant to wish to hold back the night, for with the first tracings of the dawn within the night sky, Vincent grew agitated, and she knew he would soon have to leave her. “Please.” She asked him, “Come to see me again, Vincent.”
“I cannot.” he told her, “You have your own life to lead, I would only complicate things for you.”
“No, Vincent, we can, at least be friends, please come again, though I may not be in this apartment, I have put in an application for one on the eighteenth floor, but you could come to see me there. I really want to see you again.”
Vincent shook his head, “Find someone Catherine, someone to love, someone to be a part of. Be well Catherine.” he told her sorrowfully, and as the great cloak of darkness receded from her world to reveal the light of a fresh and new morning, Vincent slipped quietly away, back to his secret world beneath the city streets.
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Seeing Vincent again evoked in Catherine feelings that were hard to deny. Telling herself he was probably right did nothing to lessen the sadness, only intensified the longing to see him again, and her heart ached with sorrow.
Beneath the city streets, Vincent felt her turmoil, as the intermittent beat of her heart thudded alongside his own, and he groaned in his anguish.
It hurt Father greatly to see the affect that Catherine had upon his son and he tried hard to dispel the pain Vincent was feeling. As gently and as firmly as he could he told Vincent that to pursue the thought of being part of Catherine’s life would only bring him heartache.
Yet Vincent could not ignore the connection that he shared with her, no more than he could ignore the need to breath the air of life, that sustained him.
No longer able to fight against the magnetic pull of her charisma, Vincent found little respite in the need to be part of her life. Until finally against the grain of his convictions, he found he simply had no other choice but to embark upon this bitter-sweet journey of their life together.
And so night after night he waited for the cloak of darkness to shroud the sky to provide the cover he needed before he could go to her, while his great heart hammered within his chest at the anticipated joy of enfolding her within his arms again. Such had their life become, they lived only one for the other.
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The blare of car horns from the city streets eighteen floors below filtered through the open balcony doors, signalling the start of another day for Catherine. Beneath the cosy covers of her duvet, she stirred a smile upon her lips as she continued to dream about Vincent, moments before the shrill of the alarm clock cut through her sleep pattern. And as one slender arm reached from the covers to snuff out the sound, the other wearily pulled back the duvet, while her eyes tried to focus beyond the sunlight that streamed into the room.
Groaning she pulled her body from the softness of the bed, and flicked open her diary on the bedside table to see what was scheduled for the day. In less than an hour she was due in court, and then if all went according to plan, the afternoon was booked for new assignments, which had been waiting for her to start on them for a whole week.
That was the difficulty of living two very different lives, and of the burden of keeping the secret safe of the world Below the city streets, along with having to make the long journey to and from his world via the tunnels, on foot every Saturday and Sunday. Catherine found that with her increased workload, and making the journey at weekends to spend the only bit of free time she had with him, that she rarely had time to look after herself properly, and found that life was becoming more and more dissatisfying. Yet Vincent continued to tell her how important her work was. And though she insisted that the world would continue like clockwork without her in it, he would not listen, insisting that she had a life to lead and just because their paths had crossed, it was not good enough reason for her to turn her back on the life she knew. What he failed to recognise was that had they not met, she would likely have been married to Tom by now, and left the working world to become a full time wife and mother. And when she really thought hard along those lines she admitted to herself that was the whole problem of her unrest and dissatisfaction these days. Whereas once her life had been geared to finding herself a husband and letting him keep her, now all that stretched before her was the dismal thought of half a relationship and a very long working career that no longer gave her the satisfaction it once had. It was, she knew, time to move forward, to step out from the rat race and secure a future for herself, and the only one person she desperately wanted to secure it with was Vincent. The issue was how to convince him of it, for Vincent firmly believed that her work was important, not just in helping others, but also through their emphatic connection it kept their dream alive.
For Three long years Vincent convinced her of these things, until after the death of her father, when once again Catherine spent healing time Below with Vincent in her grief, and those feelings of not belonging anywhere anymore, came back with a vengeance.
She simply had to make Vincent believe that she was ready to live Below with him. Yet to do so would be to bring about a confrontation between them that he seemed incapable of believing within himself. That of the necessity of deepening their complex relationship beyond the boundaries of mere friendship.
Trudging along to the courtroom in less than an hour, Catherine began to dwell on the life she led. Since her father’s death, and selling his business she had a swelling bank balance, and no need of working for a wage herself. At any time she chose she could just slip away, letting friends believe that she had left New York if it came to needing to provide answers in that way. For many of her friends had drifted away since she had known Vincent anyway, since she gave up mixing in the social circles she had once been a constant member of. There were only her long standing friends like Jenny and Nancy to convince, and they had already accepted that she was in a relationship that she had for reasons known only to herself preferred not to speak about.
Besides there was no need to give up her apartment. Vincent, she knew enjoyed the hours they could spend there looking out over the city, and since he had relented and entered the apartment itself, he also enjoyed the evenings watching television and videos or just being domesticated in the kitchen. And if the need arose she could always arrange to meet her friends there, so that they need never know that the apartment was not where she resided anymore.
As the answers began to build within her mind, her step quickened and as she became suddenly filled with a fresh sense of well-being, Catherine made it to the courtroom on time, her mind well and truly made up.
However, there was one who was not so easy to convince aside from Vincent and that was Joe Maxwell, her boss and long time admirer.
“Cathy, tell me you aren’t serious, you can’t do this to me.”
“Joe.” she told him, “My mind is made up. I owe everything to you, for believing in me, for giving me this job to start with, but you must have realised that I wouldn’t be part of the cogwheel forever.”
“No, not for ever Cathy, but I had hoped...hell, I’d hoped in a lot of things. You must know what you mean to me?”
“That I’m your best worker, that the place will fall apart without me?” She teased him.
Joe frowned, serious at last, “No, Cathy. More than that.” The sadness in his eyes, told her all she had tried to ignore for years, as wearing his heart on his sleeve, those eyes begged her to stay.
Shaking her head, she told him softly, “I’m sorry Joe. I will miss you, but I have to make my own way in life, and there is someone that needs me.”
“The other guy huh, whatshisname?”
“Yeah Joe, whatshisname.”
“Sometimes Cathy, I wonder if this Mr. Mystery actually exists. That its not just some shield to hide behind since your attack.”
“Joe!”
“Its true Cathy. I can’t help but think it. Could be that you are so afraid of having a relationship, that you hide behind the invisible man, to make out you are involved with someone to keep the rest of us at bay. After all no-one has ever seen this guy, or heard you speak about him.”
Catherine signed deeply, he was right of course in many ways, but wrong about the very solid existence of the man she loved. “He does exist Joe, but he has his reasons for not wanting to be seen.”
“Gee, he’s not a criminal is he?”
“No Joe, he’s not a criminal.”
“Disabled?”
Cathy grimaced, “In a way, yes, though not so that he cannot walk or do all the things you and I could do. Look I’m sorry Joe, if there was a way that you could meet him I’d see to it that you did, but there isn’t and you just have to trust me on that.”
“How long have you known him?”
“Three years.”
“And are you going to live with him?”
“Yes.”
“Will you be getting married?”
“If he asks me.”
“You mean he hasn’t?”
“No. Not that it matters.”
“Then promise me something Cathy?”
“Yes Joe.”
“If you find that he doesn’t make all your dreams come true that you’ll come back here to me,” he blushed, “to work that is.”
“I won’t hesitate Joe.” She smiled, making a feeling of melancholy washed over him.
“Just one more thing Cathy.”
“Yes Joe?”
“This guy, this whatshisname,” Cathy inclined her head waiting for him to continue, he seemed to have trouble finding the words, “Does he actually have a name? Not that’s its any of my business, of course.” he blushed again.
“No, not that its any of your business,” she teased, “Nonetheless, if it helps to make you believe he exists. His name is Vincent.”
Joe sighed. There was no more doubt in his mind. The way she uttered the name, the love in her voice as the name slipped from her lips, the brightness of her eyes told him how much she loved this guy. Yet it did nothing for his own morale, he had secretly hoped that it had been all a farce, and that maybe, just maybe there would be hope for him.
Sadly, he stepped towards her taking up her hands in his, “And there is no way you can have your life with him, and still work for me?”
“No. I’ve already tried that Joe. Its wearing me out. It’s all or nothing in either direction, and I love him so much I have to be with him, its as simple as that. But hey, don’t look so downhearted Joe, I promise to work the whole of my month’s resignation.”
Joe nodded, resigning himself to the inevitable, Catherine was leaving and already he felt as if the sun had been eclipsed and the light gone out of his life forever.
To be continued in part two.
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