heartofcourage
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The city beyond her window was sleek and shining in the dying light of afternoon. It was a warm summer day, the skyscrapers casting deep shadows over Twins City. Mixed in with the buildings of glass and steel were those that were constructed of stone and brick. They were left over from a bygone era when the city was just beginning to flourish. Beyond the green expanse of the nature zone was the oldest part of town, dotted with squat buildings that had seen better days and the most ancient structures that were built into the towering rock that had defined the old city so many centuries before.
Gracie often wondered what was happening in that part of town. It was isolated by the two rivers that engulfed the borders of Twins City and buffered by the nature zone that had been built to keep the undesirables on their side of the little island. It was dangerous there. She felt bad for the children that were growing up on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak because they would never have a chance to make more for themselves besides what they already had.
A knock sounded at her door and Gracie turned her head from the window of her office, taking a step into the well lit interior. Her office was as sparsely decorated as her home was. She didn't like fussy things and she certainly didn't like flaunting her wealth. She had come from wealth, been molded by it, and had fought so hard against it in her adult years. Now that she was at the helm of her own multinational corporation, she did what she could to give back to the city that she loved so dearly. Schools had been opened using her money. New homes had been built in blighted areas. Even in the nature zone, she had worked to create places for those near the mountain to enjoy just as the people in her neighborhood did.
Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked past her desk and grabbed her suit coat. The knock had been her reminder that there was business to attend to and sure enough on the other side was her assistant. Andrew was a handsome man, her confidant and the one that kept her running on time as her schedule grew more and more hectic.
"No chance for lunch before we go?" She asked him, slipping her arms through the jacket as they walked towards the elevator.
"We can pick up something on the way if you like." Andrew offered, her itinerary on a screen that he had tucked under his arm. "There is always dinner tonight with your family."
"I can't cancel that?" She asked him, brushing back a strand of hair from her face as he hit the button for the lobby.
"Not this time." He answered back with a sympathetic shrug. "I think they would disown you if you did."
"That might not be so bad." She murmured, giving him a slightly sarcastic grin as the elevator lowered towards the ground floor. "Send Melinda out to find me a dress for tonight then. Have it delivered to my house."
Their conversation kept up at a casual pace until the elevator stopped and they stepped out into the bustling lobby. People parted for her as she walked past. She was use to the stares, the constant whispers, the looks from people who were envious or lusted after her. None of it phased her any longer. When she had been a little girl, she was painfully shy and would hide when out in public, but now...well, it took a lot to make her feel like that sad little girl again.
There were photographers waiting outside for her. There were always photographers. Why they were so interested in her and her personal life she had never truly understood. Andrew and she would walk out that door, be bombarded with questions. Who are you sleeping with? Who are you seeing? What are you wearing? It was because of that crush of people that her driver waited for her in the lobby. He was a brawny man, simply known as Smith. From time to time he would act as her bodyguard and push the people out of her way until she was safely where she needed to be.
That day Smith looked at the two of them approaching with a bit of panic on his features. He wasn't one to be worried about much, but he looked positively nervous.
"I'm sorry, Miss Montgomery, but traffic is backed up all the way to the River Bridge. I don't think we're going to make it to your meeting on time." He said in his deep voice and she frowned slightly.
"This late in the day? What's going on?" She asked him, glancing towards the large clear screen that was ticking off the news report from the lobby.
It was then that she saw it. An explosion downtown had leveled a building. Reports of several other explosions around the city. Police had blocked off nearly all of the northern half to the river as they struggled to figure out just what had happened. If she had a guess, Gracie knew exactly what had happened. It was just another day in Twins City.
Gracie often wondered what was happening in that part of town. It was isolated by the two rivers that engulfed the borders of Twins City and buffered by the nature zone that had been built to keep the undesirables on their side of the little island. It was dangerous there. She felt bad for the children that were growing up on the wrong side of the tracks so to speak because they would never have a chance to make more for themselves besides what they already had.
A knock sounded at her door and Gracie turned her head from the window of her office, taking a step into the well lit interior. Her office was as sparsely decorated as her home was. She didn't like fussy things and she certainly didn't like flaunting her wealth. She had come from wealth, been molded by it, and had fought so hard against it in her adult years. Now that she was at the helm of her own multinational corporation, she did what she could to give back to the city that she loved so dearly. Schools had been opened using her money. New homes had been built in blighted areas. Even in the nature zone, she had worked to create places for those near the mountain to enjoy just as the people in her neighborhood did.
Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she walked past her desk and grabbed her suit coat. The knock had been her reminder that there was business to attend to and sure enough on the other side was her assistant. Andrew was a handsome man, her confidant and the one that kept her running on time as her schedule grew more and more hectic.
"No chance for lunch before we go?" She asked him, slipping her arms through the jacket as they walked towards the elevator.
"We can pick up something on the way if you like." Andrew offered, her itinerary on a screen that he had tucked under his arm. "There is always dinner tonight with your family."
"I can't cancel that?" She asked him, brushing back a strand of hair from her face as he hit the button for the lobby.
"Not this time." He answered back with a sympathetic shrug. "I think they would disown you if you did."
"That might not be so bad." She murmured, giving him a slightly sarcastic grin as the elevator lowered towards the ground floor. "Send Melinda out to find me a dress for tonight then. Have it delivered to my house."
Their conversation kept up at a casual pace until the elevator stopped and they stepped out into the bustling lobby. People parted for her as she walked past. She was use to the stares, the constant whispers, the looks from people who were envious or lusted after her. None of it phased her any longer. When she had been a little girl, she was painfully shy and would hide when out in public, but now...well, it took a lot to make her feel like that sad little girl again.
There were photographers waiting outside for her. There were always photographers. Why they were so interested in her and her personal life she had never truly understood. Andrew and she would walk out that door, be bombarded with questions. Who are you sleeping with? Who are you seeing? What are you wearing? It was because of that crush of people that her driver waited for her in the lobby. He was a brawny man, simply known as Smith. From time to time he would act as her bodyguard and push the people out of her way until she was safely where she needed to be.
That day Smith looked at the two of them approaching with a bit of panic on his features. He wasn't one to be worried about much, but he looked positively nervous.
"I'm sorry, Miss Montgomery, but traffic is backed up all the way to the River Bridge. I don't think we're going to make it to your meeting on time." He said in his deep voice and she frowned slightly.
"This late in the day? What's going on?" She asked him, glancing towards the large clear screen that was ticking off the news report from the lobby.
It was then that she saw it. An explosion downtown had leveled a building. Reports of several other explosions around the city. Police had blocked off nearly all of the northern half to the river as they struggled to figure out just what had happened. If she had a guess, Gracie knew exactly what had happened. It was just another day in Twins City.