As I ascend, I fidget with my locket. Opening it up, I gaze at my family. We were truly happy in this photo.

The elevator dings, cutting my thoughts short. This is my stop. I get of the elevator and walk down the curved hallway towards my office. My building is circular and was opened in 2016. This is the Apple Campus 2 main building. I used to be in the Apple Campus 1 main building but since this building was built and I was re- assigned here. Well I kind of re-assigned myself and a bunch of other people due to my job position. Now at my office, I press my hand to the scanner and the door clicks. I walk in and the automatic lights turn on. I put my coat down and crossed my large office to my "technology area." I have three Macs and two iPads on either side of my touchscreen keyboard. I add my personal iPad and to the desk and set my iPhone to my left. I turn on my computer and an email pops up. "Twenty years, is it?" I frowned. It did not say who the email was from, and  I had no idea on what anyone could possibly be emailing my about that happened twenty years ago. Except my daughter's death. But nobody could know about that. I told myself maybe there were talking about something else, so I keep reading,"I believe so. Oh, but look how much has changed. You own the largest technology company in the world. Things have improved, and the world seems to be a better place than in 2002. And your still twenty-two."

By then, I was worried, how did they know about the year my daughter died? And how did they know about my age condition? I had to figure this out, so I continued, hoping that they would give away something about them, anything that could help me in in any way. I focus back on the email. "But that is not why I've sent this to you. You have probably come to the correct conclusion that you will never age again, but I thought it... Helpful that, you should know that what happened on that night when you were struck by lightning was not a mistake."

"By the way, I'm sorry about your daughter. "Happy" twenty years." The letter ended. I was burning with anger, all my emotions that had been bottled up the past twenty plus years exploded silently throughout my body. My insides felt as if the fire of hate was disintegrating them and my eyes streamed tears of pain and sorrow.

After a few minutes had gone by of my silent fit, I remembered I still had a job to do, and didn't need any questions being asked as to why I was crying and I looked like I had just walked out of an insane asylum. I got up from my leather desk chair and made my way to my private bathroom, washing off and reapplying my makeup. I took a deep breath and told myself to worry about this later, and get to the staff meeting (which I lead) that was scheduled for nine. My personal iPad says 8:40am. I couldn't believe how much time had passed. I hastily unpack my tote bag and grab whatever I need for this week's staff meet.

Almost running down my hall to my conference room, I make it just in time. I fumble with my arm full of stuff and manage to reach my work iPad to see that it has turned precisely 8:50am, which is perfect, leaving my just enough time to get set up. I am always ten minutes early, since I need to set everything up like our company's statistics of the week, handouts out on everyones' spots on what we have come to call "the Round Table," from the story of King Arthur. It also inherits its name from the fact that it is the gigantic circular table, so it made sense to call it "the Round Table", and plus we needed something to refer to it as. Once I am done setting it up, I take my seat at the head of the table and wait for the other staff to roll in.

When everyone has taken their respective seats, I get started with my whole spiel, "Hello everyone, I hope the week has been treating you all well." A murmur comes up from the Round Table of how this or that person's week went. I continue, "Thank you all for taking your time and showing up at our weekly Wednesday meeting. Let's take a look at our progress this week!" I say trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible. I pick up my clicker and pull up a projection of our rates from this week. The graph shows a significant raise and I feign a smile. "Well everybody, we are doing absolutely amazing this week, keep up the good work!" I then go over a few guidelines on how this week will pan out, what the goal is, and what we would do to reach it. "Thank you all for coming, you are now dismissed," I finished off with my lecture. It was about 9:30am, which was short for a meeting. They usually go for at least forty minutes. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get back to my office as soon as possible.

By the time I get back to my office, I go in calmly, then slam the door shut and and rush to my technology area, turning computer back on. I start frantically typing, doing everything I can to find out where and who that email was from.

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Author's Note: The Apple Campus 2 will actually open in 2016 (that part of the book is true) but other information given (i.e. Victoria Cresta, her job, her job position, and the interior of the building) is all my imagination. Except for the the actual brands/businesses (i.e. the Honda CR-V, which is the car Victoria drives, and Starbucks). Sorry I did not update last weekend (I was out of town), but I will update this weekend as well as Thursday, which is the first of October.🍂