RESET

Reset

Walking out the front door of their home it was nothing different than she had done thousands of times before on auto piolet she ran to the train station like she did most mornings when she was running late, hands full, chaotic scene at best. She was juggling to many activities that needed to either be completed, calculated or accomplished in the same 24-hour period as before…

Before she knew it, she was exiting the train on to the ramp only to realize she had gotten on to and off of the wrong train. She was at a station stop that was unfamiliar and made no sense to her. How did she get here? What in her subconscious put her in this very place at this very time? Deciding that she really needed a vacation and no longer could keep up this her Yes Monster ways. It had to stop. Why did she always say yes anyway, to every project, every fundraiser, every activity that kept her so busy?

In the world of everyone gets a ribbon for completing the bare minimum why was she propelling some of the activities she worked on. Waiting for the next train to put her back in the area she truly needed to be she decided to grab a coffee and a lottery ticket at the near by stand. She did not remember the grand prize amount, but she did remember it was some ungodly amount of money and everyone was buying. And she remembers her dad always saying…. It only takes one to win.

As she put the lottery ticket in her inner coat pocket, she noticed that it was full. That is strange she thought as she reached inside to find a little black book. One that she did not remember having and when she flipped through the pages, it did not contain her handwriting. However, this was her coat.

She was remembering in great detail when she bought it. It was one of those brand name discount stores carrying the left-over seasonal items that did not sell. She went to the store to find fundraiser prizes and there it was almost beckoning her to the rack. It was the right price, right color it became her instant favorite outer wear item. But the little black book was not hers. The train doors opened, and the book was put back into her pocket this time in an outer pocket to investigate later.

Her cell phone rang into the receiver she yelled I am on my way. I cannot hear you I am still on the train. To the caller she said; there was a small mix up I will tell you when I get there. Out of the corner of her eye on the subway wall she saw a large advertisement banner that felt familiar. The train was moving so fast that she did not catch all of the details, but she did remember reading the word “Reset” she thought to herself yes, I would like to reset and laughed it off in her mind. The mind that she felt she may just be losing especially after her experience in the morning. Before she knew it, she was at her stop as she disembarked, she noticed one the ladies she was getting ready to meet.

Her attention moved to friend Abby if you could call them friends. They walked to the meeting site together. Abby was always so inquisitive and a bit nosey, but todays questions seemed a little too much so. Did Abby see her this morning on the other train. She snapped herself out of it and thought now you really are paranoid. The rest of the day was uneventful but the next morning two things became clear.

One the handwriting in the little black book, which she did not think was hers did look familiar and two her lottery ticket had the winning numbers. The story begins… RESET. RESET is a specialty provider that assists with traumatic events that paralyze their customers from moving forward. She googled the website nothing in particular stood out. She had not been to the website before this search. She was one of those people who never cleared her search history from the browser during the entire time that she had her laptop. She would know if it was a site she had been to before. RESET was reputable cutting edge and a sprinkle of legal wows but nothing big. No red alarms went off for her. She pulled the little black book about of her coat pocket. The handwriting looked a little like hers although she cared not to admit it. The winning lottery numbers she can’t wait for Jake to come home to tell him about the ticket.

Jake

Months before: RESET had made a backdoor name for itself on the street. Providing service for the right price, just in time services that made wife’s forget they asked for a divorce or cheating husbands to get “un”caught. Jake had been trying to find out more about this company for over two years. The rumors existed but there was no proof that anything was being done outside of the legal medical practice.

Jake decided he needed to take measures into his own hands. He was determined to make the next best step and clear his reputation. He had been seduced by a young girl from his wife’s church. His wife the do gooder who was always the volunteering for every event that floated her way. His wife was attractive and probably the best person he had ever met.

She was in her late 20’s attractive to the eye for a one-night stand. His wife actually knew her from the young ladies bible group and wanted to help her with her cooking skills. His wife gullible and too trusting invited her into their home. In the meantime, this young girl managed to break the sacred bond that the couple had since they met. She seduced him and he so eagerly went along. The affair lasted three months when it ended it was similar to a fatal attraction story plot. He would do anything for his wife no to know. However, this young lady had other intentions. She made sure his wife found out.

The news was a devastating blow. It crushed the world she knew and the trust she had. Her husband was on the short rope end of the tug-a-war. He decided he would find the backdoor into RESET to not only bolster his career but save his marriage.

The mystery builds.