Ophelia groaned and rolled over in bed, still enveloped in the dreams only to be woken by the harsh ring of her alarm, signalling the start of another bustling day in London.
As the morning sun filtered through her window, she stretched and let out a contented sigh. Today was an important day at work, and she wanted to be at her best.
Ophelia made her way to her wardrobe. She carefully selected her attire for the day, opting for a sleek navy suit that exuded professionalism while maintaining a touch of her style she felt confident and ready for the interview.
Not without a quick breakfast, Ophelia left and dashed to the tube, joining the throngs of people embarking on their daily journeys. The platform was abuzz with the sounds of conversations, the screech of arriving trains, and the occasional overhead announcement. A little bit too busy. For a Wednesday morning, there were many more people than usual was there an event or another festival going on?
This would be her first job out of Uni that related to her degree, some analytical biochemist role, biochemistry was the way to go though she couldn’t say she enjoyed it though labs were fun they drained her energy. Her dream was to possibly work her way up, leave then build a start-up and hopefully sell that for a few million and live in a castle in the countryside and live off the land and possibly have a Bulter because who doesn't want an Alfred in their life and children. Though that was wishful thinking and Ophelia knew that.
The interview went well in her opinion the lead interview was from her uni, so it was more a conversation than an interview, hopefully, this made her more likely to get the post. Ophelia had been hopeful lately, with most of the debt paid off and the money saved in investments from the left-over inheritance this year was looking promising.
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Last year was full of working 60-hour weeks and so much hassling Ophelia ended up in the hospital from overworking. It was an eye opener she had to take care of herself more, not to mention her uni friends made her take a week of annual leave as they staged a vacation intervention, which they said was much needed. It was fun and being able to talk about everything stressing her was a breath of fresh air, the help in realising it was okay to say no was more exhilarating than that time she had those brownies, if you know you know. This led to her meeting her aunts and uncle in the family court and a few restraining orders later her greedy relative would never be able to bother her again.
The city was alive with the symphony of car horns and hurried footsteps, the towering buildings casting elongated shadows in the fading daylight. As she weaved through people, her thoughts danced between the day's events and the comfort of her cosy apartment awaiting her.
Lost in her head, Ophelia turned down a dimly lit alley, hoping for a shortcut to reach her home faster. But fate had a different plan. Midway through the alley, a shadow emerged from the darkness—a figure cloaked in the anonymity of night.
Before Ophelia could react, they had already been pushing the figure demanding her belongings with an ominous glint in their eye. Fear gripped her heart as she fumbled to comply, but a surge of resistance ignited within her. She hesitated, and that fleeting moment was enough for chaos to unfold.
In a whirlwind of events, the figure lunged forward, a glint of metal in their hand. Pain seared through Ophelia's body as she felt the blade pierce her skin. Darkness enveloped her, and the cacophony of the city faded into an eerie silence.
Being a Christian, this wasn’t how she imagined heaven to be, a little more green and blue like the garden of Eden maybe, but she not complaining because she could have landed in the fiery pits or lakes of flames.