2020.B.C

VIOLET: Hi, Andrew. You asked me why I am not writing to our blog, and I know that I am not regular, and you wrote an email to me regarding this. Andrew, I want to ask why you mailed in the first place. I know your editor supervisor, but we are in relation. You could have simply texted me here. I have many problems, you know, a few of them. My husband is willing to divorce me but not willing to pay me, and I thought with the post-divorce money, I could clear off my debts in a haul for many days. But it seems like that ain’t gonna happen, and you also know that my foster father and my husband had a fight this midnight. I just woke up and saw your mail from the company address, and I was shocked af. 

ANDREW: Violet, I have been texting you from weeks, but every time I talked about this, you tried to divert the topic to the possible extinct, and yesterday I got a call from fucking Stephen and asked why my team’s articles numbers are dropping from weeks. He especially asked what the fuck was I doing when there isn’t even one article from you for three weeks. The weekly story of the Battle of Aughrim was delayed by weeks in our blog because of you. I had no clue what to say, should I have told that we are fucking in the office or that you’re not even talking anything other than drugs and money. Of course, I do know that you have problems everyone got baggage of them, and I didn’t know that your father and husband had a fight earlier day. To cover my ass from blowing, I had to send a mail from the company address by the way why the fight happened?

VIOLET: I know that I have been shitting for a while. But the first thing he’s not my father, my foster father. He took 30 grand from my husband for his fucking shit worthy science experiment. It’s beyond crazy. While taking the money, he told that money was to invest in some business and also told that he would give amount plus a bonus if it worked out. Later my kid Riya one day, went to his place where he took her to his place and accidentally shared that he is building a time machine thinking that Riya won’t understand. Still, in the evening, Riya told what she saw and heard. She said that there was a small 3 feet size portals rotating on themselves. My husband didn’t believe Riya because, it’s so childish even for a child, but to be sure he asked my father when he would return the money back. He said he would give back on time, but months passed, and he did not even attend his calls. My husband and father already have a bad history. One day my husband has to clear off his debt, so he went straight to my foster father’s place. I don’t know what happened later, I got a call from the police asking to come to the station I went there, they told me that neighbors had called 911 and complained about fire shots, but there was no gun anywhere when police were there. After this, I went straight to my father’s place and accidentally discovered that a camera that has logs of his experiment and it turns out what Riya said was true. There is a gun in my husband’s hand, and I got to know why things escalated so fast, but in the fight, my father pulled that gun from my husband’s hand and threw it away, it accidentally fell into one of the portals and the whole current was down so the camera. I was really fucked up right now. Sorry about the delay in the story I will finish it by tomorrow.

ANDREW: that’s no shit, WTF, in one day what happened. Seriously it’s too much to take even for me. I’m sorry that I was not there with you right now. But there is good news for us. I just got mail that if we completed the weekly story the battle of Aughrim by today, we would get a huge bonus. He said that the battle of Aughrim is spiking in search from yesterday, not sure why. If you are okay to write, do it, or I will ask James to do it, and I will cover ur ass near Stephen.

VIOLET: No, Andrew, you did a lot to me. I fucking don’t care about my foster father or my husband. All I care about is Riya and us. I completed the story yesterday, and I have scheduled it today at 2 pm, i.e., one hour from now. I hope this surprised you, babe. After telling you all this, I feel better. Love you, babes. It’s been three weeks since I saw you. When I see you tomorrow, kiss me as you miss.

ANDREW: Mee too babe <3.

[ 2 HOURS AFTER POSTING IN THE BLOG ]

VIOLET IN A CALL WITH ANDREW :

VIOLET: what the fuck happened? You called me 37 times ??? I was sleeping

ANDREW: are drinking, have you lost your mind?

VIOLET: why what I did now and no, I am not drinking !!

ANDREW: hooo…it doesn’t seem like that, I should have given the blog to James to finish, 

VIOLET: what giving it to James, you don’t trust me? What happened now why you are screaming.

ANDREW: Even a teenager knows that LOUIS XV killed PADRAIG LENIHAN, but you wrote everything right but the last act of the battle, in the blog you wrote that PADRAIG LENIHAN killed LOUIS XV. that’s why people call you a drunk. Stephen is fucking me for straight an hour sitting on my face like a pig. I gave you the book, ‘peace after’ to refer the history at least you should have read that, instead of bluffing that you got an Eidetic memory.

VIOLET: I refer the book exactly a day before writing the blog, have you lost your brain. Why would I write something so stupid like that, I wrote the same thing as you told I wrote that LOUIS XV killed PADRAIG LENIHAN, I am sure. I might have been a drunk, but I am a passionate and sincere anthropologist and been a strong pillar to our blog, ANCIENT ORIGINS. Moreover, the battle happened right where our city stands now. Any anthropologist would say this story in a flick even at midnight, unlike you, who concentrates on the money rather than the blog’s purpose. I don’t know someone might have edited the blog, or I don’t fucking know what shit went wrong from your side, but I know since from childhood that LOUIS XV killed PADRAIG LENIHAN and I am sure that I wrote the same yesterday night. I wrote it, and I scheduled it for today. I did nothing. Why would it change? Would it change by itself? Once ask the editors or managers of the site 

ANDREW: NO, you wrote that you PADRAIG LENIHAN killed LOUIS XV and no one edited the website since it was posted, you definitely have lost your mind, Stephen asked you never be seen around the office, Check what you have written. 

That was the last thing I heard from Andrew. I couldn’t figure out what went wrong after the call I went and checked my own document for fucking god-sake I was wrong Andrew was right. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It’s written that “PADRAIG LENIHAN killed LOUIS XV.” I was not able to find what went wrong, I am very good with memory, and I clearly remember my history class teacher saying, “PADRIAD was about to win. But in the end, LOUIS XV killed PADRAIG LENIHAN from a distance, and we don’t know what mystery played out, some say that there was big knock sound on the battlefield.” I remember my class clearly, but I am not able to know why I wrote like this. At last, I thought maybe I was drunk till the day when Riya and I went to the city museum.

Riya went to some other side of the museum where there are things for children to play around. Something seemed off to me. Everything in the museum is well known to me, but the new chamber I haven’t seen before is particularly not designated to anything, a war, or a person. It was written that this object had been found around 706 BC. It was a gun! I immediately called one of the guys in the museum and asked, why would a gun be found in seven’o’ six BC? When the gun itself was invented in the 1300s. In the corner I saw a man who is sitting diagonal to this place and playing with Riya, he is my foster father. Then once again, I glanced at the gun, but this time it all made sense. It was my husband’s gun, which was thrown away by my foster father accidentally into one of the portals, which made no sense back then. What I wrote on that night was indeed right.

Then I started walking Riya, I was able to hear my father saying “Don’t let the world fool you, it’s okay to be fooled by you rather than the world .” and gave his real daughter’s, who died at a young age, watch to Riya. 

-VIOLET from BLOG 2020.B.C.

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