The Perspective

Hurry Up

"So what are you doing here?" asked Isabella angrily.

"Oh, I saw you running out of the building suddenly," replied John. "I just wanted to make sure everything's alright. So—"

"So you followed me all the way from ElvynGross to TwinBroad?" exclaimed Isabella.

"Hmm... yes. Why? What's wrong?" asked John, confused by Isabella's shock.

"That's like 20 miles, you know," said Isabella.

"Oh, about that... I live in this neighborhood," said John.

"Oh, is it? Then it's fine," said Isabella, her tone slightly happier. "Well, thanks for your help. See you."

Isabella turned around and hurried inside the hospital.

"Hey, wait... at least give me your number!" shouted John.

But Isabella had already gone too far, and John gave up, leaving.

"So now tell me what exactly happened to Mom," asked Isabella.

"I don't know. I heard some noise in Mother's room, and when I went there, she was on the ground, breathless," said Jack.

"Can't you think of anything that explains her situation?" asked Isabella.

"No, not that I can remember."

They both went into the ward where their mother was resting.

"Mom, are you alright? How do you feel?" asked Isabella, worriedly.

"I am alright, dear... By the way, how did your interview go?" replied Margaret.

Isabella had already forgotten about the interview by then.

"It went well, Mom. It went well," she said, not wanting to disappoint her mother

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"Good to hear, child," said Margaret happily before going back to sleep.

Isabella understood that it was better for her mother to rest than to talk, so she left the hospital, leaving her brother there.

She had expected a pleasant day, but things had not gone well for her—not today and not for the past two years.

The interview she had attended earlier was her sixth one.

Every time, they came up with some reason to reject her:

"You're good. But you're not quite ready."

"Your home is far away; we don't think you can manage."

"We have sufficient female staff," and so on.

Despite this, she was not demotivated. She was always up for challenges because she didn’t want to disappoint her mother. That’s why she chose freelancing as her source of income.

Isabella was adept at writing blogs, graphic designing, content creation—what not! She was a god-gifted, multi-faceted individual. Yet, somehow, reporting interested her above all else.

As she walked down the street, she noticed a hoarding:

"Need Female Reporters for DailyTimes. HURRY!"

DailyTimes was in TwinBroad and had been recently established. This was the first time Isabella had heard about it.

Her heart skipped a beat.