face, she rose quickly and went to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. With a heavy heart, she acknowledged that without Damien in her life, she had no reason to be here. On a more practical basis, she had no money. She couldn’t get a job here. She could barely afford to eat with the few dollars she had left, and she couldn’t pay her rent. She couldn’t stay here. She needed money badly, and admitting defeat, she sent an email to her old boss, Joseph, in London. She couldn’t work on the fiancé visa she had, and the reality was she would need to return to London to work there. She needed to know if he would take her back in his company. She had left on very good terms with Jacob, and despite being hugely embarrassed at the thought of having to explain why she was returning so soon to London, there was a good chance he would employ her again, having worked there for nearly eight years. Though she had never met Damien, she remembered now hearing his name and his company mentioned from time to time.
It was her best bet now, to try to return to the company. There was very little else she could do. She felt stupid for the gamble she had taken with Mike, for she had not really known him all that long, but as she had got to know him, she had felt comfortable with him; safe and looked after, because of his background. She would never have expected him to betray her in quite so cruel a manner. It took her back to the pain of her irresponsible artist parents, who at six years old had casually packed her off to live with her Grandmother, choosing to travel the world without her, obviously seeing her as a burden to their free spirited lifestyle. Her grandmother had reluctantly taken her in but she was elderly and didn’t have the energy or inclination to do very much with her. Her childhood had been quite a lonely one, seeing her parents only on their rare visits. She had learnt the art of self-sufficiency and self-reliance quickly, yet it had left her with an insecurity inside. Her grandmother was quite a cold woman, perhaps due to widowhood, and Tara felt she got in the way much of the time, feeling guilty for her presence there. An only child, she spent much of her time reading or playing alone in her room. She did well at school and was accepted for Oxford University. Academia felt a like a safe haven, and her degree in English was an escapism into the lives of the characters in the books. She had boyfriends during this time, although the life-changing, all consuming ‘love of her life,’ that she knew existed from the books she read, seemed to elude her. Her boyfriends were pleasant, well mannered, enjoyable company, but passion; unbridled, inescapable, compulsive, addictive emotions were not ones that she discovered with them. When Mike came along, seconded to provide security services for her London employers, she had been single for some time. He had offered companionship, security, warmth; or so she had thought. Because their relationship was long distance, it was easier for her to believe he was the one for her; time apart gave her the excitement of waiting to see him again, the anticipation building, making it more thrilling. When he proposed, she envisioned her future with him and found it was a pleasant prospect. He was mature, caring, and handsome. He seemed to offer her the stability she needed, because though his job often took him away from her, he promised he would always be there for her. She fell for it. It fitted with her past; long periods of absence and reunions. She believed he would always come back for her. How wrong she had been.
Chapter Ten
Damien knew his team well. They had previously worked together on many assignments. They made it to the base after the flight and waited out their down time until it was time to strike. It would be wrapped up in twenty four hours; of that he had no doubt. It felt good to be back in the game. Alert, ready, primed for action; his natural state.
They settled
It was her best bet now, to try to return to the company. There was very little else she could do. She felt stupid for the gamble she had taken with Mike, for she had not really known him all that long, but as she had got to know him, she had felt comfortable with him; safe and looked after, because of his background. She would never have expected him to betray her in quite so cruel a manner. It took her back to the pain of her irresponsible artist parents, who at six years old had casually packed her off to live with her Grandmother, choosing to travel the world without her, obviously seeing her as a burden to their free spirited lifestyle. Her grandmother had reluctantly taken her in but she was elderly and didn’t have the energy or inclination to do very much with her. Her childhood had been quite a lonely one, seeing her parents only on their rare visits. She had learnt the art of self-sufficiency and self-reliance quickly, yet it had left her with an insecurity inside. Her grandmother was quite a cold woman, perhaps due to widowhood, and Tara felt she got in the way much of the time, feeling guilty for her presence there. An only child, she spent much of her time reading or playing alone in her room. She did well at school and was accepted for Oxford University. Academia felt a like a safe haven, and her degree in English was an escapism into the lives of the characters in the books. She had boyfriends during this time, although the life-changing, all consuming ‘love of her life,’ that she knew existed from the books she read, seemed to elude her. Her boyfriends were pleasant, well mannered, enjoyable company, but passion; unbridled, inescapable, compulsive, addictive emotions were not ones that she discovered with them. When Mike came along, seconded to provide security services for her London employers, she had been single for some time. He had offered companionship, security, warmth; or so she had thought. Because their relationship was long distance, it was easier for her to believe he was the one for her; time apart gave her the excitement of waiting to see him again, the anticipation building, making it more thrilling. When he proposed, she envisioned her future with him and found it was a pleasant prospect. He was mature, caring, and handsome. He seemed to offer her the stability she needed, because though his job often took him away from her, he promised he would always be there for her. She fell for it. It fitted with her past; long periods of absence and reunions. She believed he would always come back for her. How wrong she had been.
Chapter Ten
Damien knew his team well. They had previously worked together on many assignments. They made it to the base after the flight and waited out their down time until it was time to strike. It would be wrapped up in twenty four hours; of that he had no doubt. It felt good to be back in the game. Alert, ready, primed for action; his natural state.
They settled
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