The Golden Pear [YA - Featured]

♫~Notes 74~♫

Taking the steps up, Ueno moved closer to the Hell office. Not a single memory included a happy moment. Nothing but nightmares inviting events occurred there, with one freshly replaying inside of her mind due to that stray cat.

The massive doors towered above her, and freezing aura licked its frame. She despised the woman inside. The woman she should call Mother with a happy face. No, just because she grew inside of her body didn't make her real mother. She didn't deserve to be called that way. It was the twisted society that established this. Hammering it into heads left and right, up and down since ancient times.

'One has to wonder how humans could evolve beyond haired monkeys with this close-minded way of thinking.'

Pang of pain reminded her, she was one of those close-minded people as well. She wasn't much better than her mother. Biting her cheek from inside, she opened the door.

Gloomy atmosphere welcomed Ueno to her doom. The heavy clouds behind the big window couldn't hold a candle to this room. Even in warm sunlight, she shivered inside. Big raindrops assaulted the window that they turned into a small waterfall.

Massive bookshelves stood around the walls, framed pictures of various achievements and photographs hung wherever there was a bit of space. None of the pictures had her family. It was all about the mother and her business partners.

As the door closed, the only ray of light from outside died out as if all hope abandoned her.

"Dear mother," she said, her stomach twisting.

"Where have you been?" Her mother sat behind the expensive table, reading some documents. She didn't bother to great her or make eye contact as if her presence was nothing to her.

Even in the gloomy atmosphere and despite her advanced age, Ueno's mother had sexy curves and big breasts, women envied her. It was no wonder dozens of men stared into her chest and stripped her in their dirty minds.

"I was in—"

"I don't want excuses!" she barked, slamming the table with her fist. Mrs. Ueno dark eyes stabbed her daughter. Grey stripes grew in her hair despite she masked them with dyeing. But growing years didn't take anything from her fierce personality.

'Then why you ask?' Ueno fought back with her unwavering expression. One good trait she inherited from her. People could growl into her face, and she didn't move a muscle. Perhaps, antagonizing her opponents gave Ueno pleasing sensation. A feeling of being above them in every way.

"It's time for you to be useful!"

A wave of uneasiness settled in the girl's stomach, and her heart quieted down as if it was gathering strength to go full-throttle.

"What do you mean?" she barked, frustrated. "I have the best school results! I appeared in three country-wide magazines promoting your products and stared in two ads. All of it received positive feedback and boosted your sales!"