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"Good morning Toronto! It's nine thirty-four on this beautiful Tuesday morning...it's gonna reach a high of twenty degrees today, so make sure you get out and enjoy that beautiful sunshine! Now, on to the news...." the radio DJ announced.
Lauren sat in her car, listening to the radio drone on and on. She drummed her fingers against the steering wheel of her car as she inched forward in traffic. "Damn it," she cursed silently to herself, "I'm gonna be late."
She tried to look over the mass of cars ahead of her to find the reason why she was going so slow, but couldn't tell if it was an accident, or just normal Toronto rush hour traffic.
Twenty minutes went by, and she finally made it off the highway, and arrived at her office right on time. "Hey Lauren," said her co-worker, Bailey, from her desk, "did you make it through the traffic alright?"
"Yeah, barely," Lauren said, putting her briefcase down on her desk, "it was hell out there! These damn drivers don't know what they're doing!"
Bailey just laughed. Lauren picked up her messages and things she had to do that day. "Ugh," she muttered to herself, "another day of the same old crap....why is my life so boring?!"
She found herself with a rather large amount of work to do that day....it seemed as though buyers for Holt Renfrew never got a break during the day; always filling out order forms for this or that. Lauren liked her job, and was ecstatic when she had been hired almost two years ago, but found it sometimes boring and repetitive.
The day went by, and Lauren found herself becoming more and more distracted from her work. Even Bailey noticed it. "What's up with you today?" she asked during their lunch break, "you seem so out of it today!"
Lauren shrugged as she chewed half-heartedly on her salad she had bought in its original clear plastic container. "It just seems like my life is going nowhere and I'm going with it!" she exclaimed.
At around two-thirty that afternoon, she stopped typing in order forms and inadvertently began to daydream. She wasn't thinking of anything in particular, but just about everything that had happened to her.
She was twenty years old, and the youngest employee in the offices of Holt Renfrew. She was born and bred in Toronto, and grown up with her mother, Joan, and no siblings. She didn't have a father either.
Of course she had had one at one point, but she didn't know who he was, or if he was still alive right now, but she had never met 'Mystery Dad' at any point in her life. She had always been very curious growing up, and always felt left out whenever the other kids her age would talk about playing baseball with their dad or Father's Day. Her mom always tried to make up for it, but there was just some aspect of it that couldn't be replaced.
Many, many, many times while she was growing up, Lauren had asked about who her dad was and if she would ever be able to meet him. But, her mom had always either changed the subject, or replied, "Maybe I'll tell you someday when you're older."
But Lauren had got this far without a Father figure, and she didn't intend on it changing her life in any way. She just sometimes wondered who it could be.
Lauren lived alone in a two-bedroom apartment in central Toronto, not far from her mother's house and the house she had grown up in. All in all, she had a good life: she went on occasional dates with guys she met, and even though she hadn't found someone she could even consider calling her "boyfriend", she was content. She had an active social life, despite her job, and still knew how to have a good time.
"Hello?! Earth to Lauren?!"
Lauren snapped back to attention when she saw Bailey waving her hand in front of her face. "Sorry," she giggled apologetically, "I kinda zoned out there for a minute."
"For a minute?" Bailey laughed, "sorry to tell you, but it was more than one minute!"
Lauren just laughed, and started back on her order forms. 'I might as well get this stuff over with,' she thought to herself, 'then maybe I can leave early...'
She recalled her mom saying something about them two going out for dinner that night, so she figured she had better finish early and call her mom for arrangements. 'Maybe that's just what I need,' she mused to herself, 'a nice, quiet dinner with Mom....that will definitely help me relax.'
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