The need to step closer and work out why I felt this way drove through me. They seemed almost familiar, but they couldn’t be.
I don’t know why, but something about those eyes tugged at my memories. He had dark brown hair, slicked down on his head with gel in this rather suave manner, his dark grey suit complete with a waistcoat moulded to his body like it was made for him, and his eyes were silvery-grey. He tossed a glance my way, stepping up to the panel. Someone strolled up beside me as the lift arrived. I walked over to the bank of lifts and pressed down on the button. They’d told me it was for my own good, but sometimes I wondered if it was true. But what did I know? I’d been kept locked away on an estate in the Kent countryside for the past ten years by my parents. I didn’t understand why they’d been given the name. The floor below where I was headed must be their offices. The men who owned Fortuity lived on the top two floors of the building. He issued me with a visitor’s pass and told me to head up to the twenty-eighth floor. I tapped on it, typing in my name and signing a box. He indicated a tablet on the desk in front of me. “Of course, if you’d just like to sign in here.” The man nodded and scanned something on his computer before looking up at me again. “Hello, I’m here for an interview with Mr Ackley… I’m Scarlett Carver,” I replied, keeping my voice even so as not to betray my nervousness. The man sitting there looked up with a smile on his face. I walked into the building, holding my head high, and went right up to the reception desk. And anything I could remember felt like a fuzzy dream as opposed to reality. My childhood was a blank space in my memory. The parts of my life I could remember anyway. I could not afford to give the game away. And revenge? Well, it led down a path I wasn’t sure I wanted to follow, no matter what they’d done.
Whilst I had a goal in mind, there would always be doubts plaguing me. However, I knew deep down there were always two sides to a story. And those things didn’t make me feel anything other than disgust towards them. I didn’t really know anything about the men I was here to see, other than what I’d been told. The tall, imposing building, which towered over me, was made of black stone and glass and housed the company of four men who had risen from the ashes to take over the financial industry. I swallowed when I stopped outside a building.
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