June

There is something about darkness that always intrigues me. The smoke of my cigarette swirls in the air. I do not remember when I'd started to smoke, maybe it was when my life took a reverse turn. Some people smoke to show off, some due to addiction. But in my case I smoke to not forget.

Never forget what they did to you and your family.

After today's meeting I stayed longer in the meeting room. My head resting on the chair, my legs parted as I blew the smoke out of my mouth. I needed a moment alone to gather my thoughts. Everyday I would wake up with the same goal. Revenge. I wanted it, craved it. I would not stop until I made them crawl on my feet. I would make them beg for their life.

I will not stop until I reach my goal.

A sound made me pull out of my thoughts, the silence thick in the room and filled with the smoke of my cigarette. I watched my secretary coming inside with a file in his hand. He looked at me as if he'd seen something surreal. I held eye contact. I never knew how to look away, I believed in showing my dominance, my authority but not in the case of my new secretary.