THE NARRATIVE ARC
I Was Her Assistant and Her Unsuspecting Accomplice
My duties included filing, bookkeeping, and crime
As I watched the news segment, my stomach lurched, and sweat descended from my forehead down my face. I felt sick — not only was my old boss, Aurora, accused of murder, but I may have had a role in her wrongdoing.
The mansion’s gold-plated electronic gates opened to reveal my blue Honda Civic, now a blackened and smoking heap of steel. It was my second day on the job. I tried not to cry but failed because, unlike Mrs. Finn, I didn’t have a spare Mercedes or Lexus lying around or the cash to replace my car.
“Don’t have a hemorrhage — get back to work,” Mrs. Finn told me.
She needed some dinner reservations and couldn’t make them herself. She had no empathy for my situation or anything that got in the way of her desires.
A maid from one of the mansions up the hill lost control of her brakes, and instead of hitting one of the sand-filled garbage cans standing at the side of the road there to cushion the impact, the maid’s car hit a stone mailbox across from Aurora’s house.
The impact propelled her car into the air, where it flipped, landing upside down on my car and caught on fire. The maid — while…
