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Pippa is happy. She wakes up every day in her spacious apartment, smiles at her sleeping boyfriend, then gets ready for the day. She goes to work at her dream job: junior editor for The Spotlight, an indie newspaper who focus on representing minorities and discriminated against communities. Tough work, but she loves it.
Today will be no different. The sun streams through her skylight, bathing her in a heavenly light. Adam stirs next to her; he had a late shift last night at the hospital, so Pippa won’t wake him. She dress quickly in a suit, the kind she always wanted to wear when she was six or so, watching courtroom dramas with her mum, dreaming of being a lawyer.
She wishes she weren’t so disillusioned now.
Now she knows there is no true justice, only the justice you take for yourself. But she doesn’t talk about any of that stuff anymore. She’s moved on, can’t you see? She is thriving.
Her bike is waiting outside, and she cycles to work, smiling at cars and pedestrians alike.
The bell jingles as she strides into the coffee shop.
‘Hey, Pete! How’s Alice and the baby?’ She asks the barista, who launches into a ten minute story about how the baby won’t sleep at night, so Alice is exhausted, but it doesn’t matter, they just love him so much. He is determined to show Pippa photos.
But that’s okay. She’s built twenty minutes at the coffee shop into her schedule. She is kind. She is considerate.
‘What’ll you have, Pippa?’ Pete asks her finally.
‘The usual, please, Pete.’ She replies. Oat latte, two pumps of caramel. She is not overly complicated.
Work today is busy. She rushes about all day, but always holds the lift. She gets frustrated very easily, but she never ever lets it show.
That evening, Adam texts her that he’s available, so they go out for dinner. A fancy restaurant, velvet plush seats and crystal chandeliers. Adam is twenty nine, going to be a surgeon soon.
And the next day, the whole thing repeats. And that is the life of a certain Pippa Fitz-Amobi. For now.