Karma - S01 E12

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Karma - S01 E12

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 12

I clamp my mouth shut and grip at my chest, afraid my heart may jump out as the plane takes off. My eyes are shut and I hope when I open them I will be on the ground, safe.

I hate heights, and most importantly, I hate things that leave me not in control. In a matter of seconds, it can crash you into a ball of fire and twisted metals. That is not a good way to die. At least, not for me.

How i wish i had my morning drink!

After taking off from the runway, the plane levels out a thousand feet above the ground. Still, it doesn’t put my mind at ease. I’m still nervous and squirm in my seat, waiting for the unknown to happen.

Someone laughs behind me and I wonder if I am the object of amusement or if my fear is that apparent and also amuses them. I turn my head and find Mr. Thorne and his mistress staring at his tablet and a small smile on his mouth. My fears are forgotten as surprise replaces it. After all, he knows how to smile.

The girl lifts her head and meets my eyes.

“You look familiar, ” She states.

“You’d remember me if we’d met.” I say and mean everything I say. I have been told my first impressions are indelible.

Mr. Thorne looks up at me, his eyes narrowed. He clearly takes offense that I am being rude and offensive to his mistress. Maybe if I told her how I rode him the night before, she wouldn’t take a gander at me like I’m a stain on this spotless plane.

“I remember now. You are the assistant.” She tips the bridge of her nose.

“Yeah. Above and beyond in every way.” I state. My statement is addressed to Mr. Thorne in the hopes of jogging his memory from last night.

He never glances up at me. And I decide to turn back on my seat.

“What happened to not bringing your assistant to such trips?” I hear her murmur to Mr. Thorne.

“She is my assistant for a reason,” He replies in not subtle way.

“But you complain she is incompetent.” She argues.

He sighs but doesn’t respond. I check my phone when I get a notification that I have a message. It is from Cassandra and immediately starts to feel guilty. I stared at it for a while before deciding to open it.

He is with her, isn’t he?

I read its contents.

I run my hand over my eyes, pressing them shut, but no relief comes. I am confused if I should tell her what happened last night and don’t know if I crossed the line of what she wanted me to do with her husband.

He didn’t come home last night. I am sure he was with her and just told me in the morning that he had to fly out.

When I don’t respond, she texts again. I reread her message as it dawns on me that he lied to me last night as well. He left, claiming to be on his way home to his wife. He obviously went to his mistress.

He is with her. What do you want me to do?

I text back, angry that I fell into his game, and I am overcome with a strong desire to punish him.