There was something different about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it. I usually had no problem judging people at first glance, but not her. She was out of her element, that was evident, but her shy disposition was refreshing. More than that was the way she looked. If down-to-earth had a singular meaning, she would be it. She had a natural beauty that only a handful of women possessed. Her hair was a soft brown laced with light blonde stands, sun kissed if I had to guess, which framed her flawless face. It wasn’t her face or her smile that got my attention, but the brilliant color of sapphire that stared back at me when I entered the elevator.
A lot had changed during my absence. There were faces I didn’t recognize. Even the security guards were new, and I certainly would have remembered the beautiful women standing beside me. Shit, new people? No need to panic yet. Hopefully, there wouldn’t be any new faces once I got to the fortieth floor. The last thing I needed was to try to explain why I didn’t know their names. I was overthinking. My nerves were getting the best of me. Sawyer would have said something when we spoke this morning about making the switch. Having a twin brother had its rewards. If it hadn’t been for Sawyer, I might not have had a company to come back to. Thankfully, he knew enough about investments to step in until my time at Men’s Central was done. It was the worst kind of torture.
To this day, not one day goes by that I don’t think about the woman I hit. Even though they withheld her name from me, I would do whatever I could to pay her back for what I did. That was, if I ever found her. I shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel. It was dumb and irresponsible. Looking back, I knew I could have killed her.