Being such an asset to the MIT and progressing to an EMIT came with privileges. Such as a laughably high salary and a flat in Kensington. Not to mention a car of your choice. In Ariella’s case this was a matte black Porsche, her dream car, except now it was a reality. She justified having the car by saying to her coordinator that she had to ‘fit in’ with the people of Kensington, and it worked.
Ariella walked the road towards her car, it was surprising quiet for 7am but she wasn’t complaining. It meant she might not be as late as she thought. She found her car and then fumbled around in her bag for her keys, she finally found them. However, not after she had had to empty the contents of her bag onto the street. She unlocked the car and got in. After adjusting the mirror she took a pair of aviator sunglasses out of her pocket and placed them over her piercing hazel eyes. She then started the ignition.
She could drive to HQ with her eyes closed, she had been driving there for 2 years now, so it was only to be expected. Ariella yawned, and looked around for a coffee shop. She saw a Costa and pulled over onto the yellow lines, as she got out a man shouted from over the other side of the road.
‘Hey! I’m sorry miss, you can’t park there!’ Ariella’s head spun round.
‘Actually, I can.’ She replied icily as she slammed the door of the Porsche. It was the last thing she wanted to do. Argue with a nobody. The man continued to protest.
‘There are double yellow lines where your car is parked. You cannot park there!’ Ariella raised her sunglasses.
‘So sue me. Call the police! I won’t leave.’ She was deadly serious. ‘I’ll get a coffee while I’m waiting though if that’s ok!?’
She started to walk towards Costa.
‘Why do you think you are so much better than everybody else, why do you think the rules don’t apply to you?’ Ariella stopped and pivoted towards the man. ‘You’ve got a flash car and I bet you’re rich and never worked a day in your life, unlike the rest of us.’ Ariella smiled at the man.
‘The rules don’t apply to me. Oh, and for the record, I do work, I was on my way right now. ’
‘See you’re all the same, higher than everyone else, or at least you think so. Yeah right, you’re not on your way to work. I bet you’re on your way to shop, early opening at Harrods is it? Daddy’s given you some spending money. How’s a couple of thousand sound?’
‘Why does it bother you so much?’ Ariella asked. ‘Why does it matter so much that I have parked on yellow lines, have a flash car?’ She stared at him. ‘Huh?’
‘Why does it bother me?’ The man looked up and laughed. ‘Because I work so hard every day just so me and my family have enough money to survive. Unlike you. Mummy and Daddy just hand everything to you on a plate. They can’t bear to see their little princess without the latest clothes, phone, and car.’
Ariella cut him off.
‘I suggest you stop there.’ However, the man didn’t take her advice.
‘Why stop I’m on a roll. See this.’ He turned around to a shabby, old looking house. Ariella nodded and rolled her eyes. ‘This is my house, it’s probably nothing to you, but it’s all I’ve got. Looking at you I expect a lovely a mansion somewhere, not to mention holiday homes all over the world, for you and your siblings to use whenever you want.’ He turned back around and froze. Ariella was brandishing a hand gun, directed at him.
‘I don’t know who you are, but I warned you to stop and you didn’t. I said the rules didn’t apply. Did it not occur to you at all that you weren’t picking a fight with just anyone? Or were you just simply too stupid to drop an argument once you realised you lost?’ The man’s face had gone a ghostly pale colour.
‘Y...y…you have a gun.’ He managed to whisper.
‘Well done, your powers of observation are astounding. Any other questions or assumptions you would like to make about my life?’ The sounds of sirens could be heard in the distance and Ariella smirked, while the man breathed a sigh of relief. ‘No? None you sure? Fine my turn! I didn’t catch your name.’ The man wavered and was hesitant. She waved the gun to hurry him up. ‘You do have a name don’t you?’
‘It…its Sam, Sam Marshall.’ The sirens were getting closer, but Ariella did not lower the gun. She just smirked.