Roberta couldn’t find the same satisfaction or momentum at work after her ‘mini-stroke’. She spent more and more hours in the office, trying to rediscover the spark. Despite the instance of her family and friends, she avoided rest, seeing it as weakness. She pushed away everyone who tried to get close.
Everyone except her ‘friends’, that is. Roberta still had ambitions to be one of them. So she found time for the ladies who valued Prada over people.
Her health also sat at the bottom of her priorities. She paid little attention to what she ate and only did her rehab when Tom and Sophie gave her no other choice. The dexterity of her left hand was still poor, and she was forced to go upstairs leading with her right leg because her left didn’t have enough strength.
On this particular day, she had worked from dawn till dusk. She buried herself in emails and had several meetings with key stakeholders. It was a stressful time; next week there would be an audit. Everything would need to be perfect.
She struggled into her car and breathed a sigh of relief. Another day finished. But not quite. Tonight, she wouldn’t be driving home. She had a catch-up with the girls.
She wasn’t at the point where she was invited to every event. So, when the opportunity arose, she took it – even at short notice. She had attended a lot of the events of late. It was only a matter of time before she was a regular. People were starting to see her as a woman of wealth and power. And that felt good.
No slip-ups, she told herself as she started the car. Butterflies tumbled around her stomach as she went to release the handbrake. Only, it didn’t release. The lever wouldn’t budge.
Stupid thing must be broken.
She reached across the centre console to get to her handbag, where her phone was. She’d call her husband to pick her up. She dragged the bag across to her lap. It felt heavier than it should have been. Eventually, she got it close enough so she could rifle through its contents.
Roberta held the bag open with her right hand. As she searched through it with her left, she found she could barely grasp objects to move them away. Soon, her whole arm felt numb and heavy.
She tried to curse, but no word came out, just a mumbled sound. Then, she was hit by a blinding headache like nothing she had ever experienced.
She slumped over, her blurred vision turning to no vision as everything went black.