Category: Glass

I am a personal assistant, which means I basically have no regular job tasks and am forced to complete anything my boss asks me to, no matter how random it is. For the entire time I have held this role, most of my daily tasks have been related to finance and all that typical administration stuff that is required for running a business. Recently, my boss has decided to throw me a bit of a curveball. Last month, we attended this big business conference together, filled with the biggest names from around Australia and all these smaller companies trying to sell them products. There was a lot of pretentiousness in one room. However, at one point we watched a sales pitch, led by a renowned commercial window tinting firm operating in Melbourne. They apparently have hundreds of clients that are happy with their successful work. So, my boss decided to hire them.

I was put in charge of managing the job. I had to contact the firm, arrange a time for them to come to our offices, and then watch them as they installed the glass to ensure it was completed to a high standard. I knew absolutely nothing about glass installation, so it was unlikely that I could have been of any real help. However, my boss insisted. Our offices contain some of Melbourne’s leading architecture, and she didn’t want us to mess it up. I ultimately didn’t have to worry. The firm completed the installation quickly, and even offered a frosted window upgrade free of charge. They were so fast at tinting our business windows that I barely had time to greet them at our office reception before they left. I was amazed by how friendly and professional they were. And they were affordable, too! I might have to call them back and ask them if they also offer car tinting services, as I will definitely use those. I don’t think they do, though.

Rylee stood stunned, staring at a ghost. She’d never thought she would see it again, and yet here it was, right before her eyes. The glass balustrade she’d accidentally destroyed as a child.

She’d almost forgotten about that whole incident. How had it ended, again? She couldn’t quite remember. 

Deep in the glass production facility now, Rylee knew there wasn’t far to go before she managed to corner Jon Saleson, hiding like a coward in his office. Then, she would get the answers she had come so far for.

But first, she had to get past this balustrade. Oh, how her father had been so angry when he had discovered what she’d done. He’d screamed about how he’d have to search for a business for glass repair in Melbourne, ranting for what felt like hours. And yet, Rylee couldn’t remember being punished for it. Surely the penalty had been harsh, with anger so intense.

Rylee stared up at the magnificent barrier, one of the finest she’d ever seen when it came to glass balustrades. Melbourne had some good ones, too! No wonder her father had been so mad. This was not just a glass barrier, it was a work of pure art. 

Gulping, Rylee approached the balustrade in her way. She wouldn’t destroy it again. She’d have to climb over it instead. 

As she placed her hands on top of the balustrade, a memory flashed through Rylee’s mind. 

She hadn’t been punished for destroying the balustrade. No, Maphira had instead. She’d taken the fall, claiming she had been the one to throw the rock. It had been one of the nicest things her older sister had ever done for her.

Suddenly, Rylee felt terrible for what she’d done to Maphira. Given her over to Vai. Of course, she wanted to be with Cole, but there had to be a way to have both of them in her life.

Sure, Maphira had kept the truth about Cole from her. But that didn’t mean she deserved to endure whatever the Mechanists were putting her through.

First, find Jon Saleson.

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On Friday morning, my office hosted one of the most established office tinting companies Melbourne currently has. They arrived right on time, laden with toolboxes and equipment to help them do their job correctly. In most other companies, these tradesmen would be greeted by a lowly office assistant, however, I take a more hands-on approach to my business. I feel that mingling with the lower members of my team is a great way to earn their trust and respect. So, I left my plush private office and greeted the men from the office glass tinting company. We employed them specifically to tint every single one of our windows. Our office building is a standalone building on the outskirts of the CBD, and we own it all, so it’s up to us to maintain it. I’ve heard several other companies in our area talk about the benefits of tinting windows, so I decided to look into it. It turns out there are a lot of amazing benefits such as reducing heat in summer, that I believe could be particularly useful for my office. 

Anyway, I gave the workers some tea, which I had made myself. I never do things like make tea anymore, as it is usually left for my assistant, but I wanted to make a good impression. I am hoping that these workers will be chuffed by the special attention they are receiving, and give us some discounts moving forward. If nothing else, it helps to establish a business relationship with other successful companies.

By the time Rylee reached the other end of the glass manufacturing room, there was enough scattered glass along the production line that you could swim through it. You’d end up with hundreds of cuts and then probably bleed out, but you could technically do it.

It reminded her of the time she’d helped Mai move, many years earlier. Her older sister had bought a beautiful tabletop of frosted glass. They’d grabbed the glass from the truck and began carrying it to her new apartment. Maphira had slipped a little, so they had gently put the tabletop down. What happened next was something Rylee would never forget.

The glass tabletop had shattered into thousands of pieces right before their eyes. They hadn’t dropped it with any sort of force. No, the corner had simply touched the ground and the whole thing had exploded. She supposed that the glass had become unstable in the truck, and once some of the particles got shifted again, the whole thing had collapsed. It had been so broken that even a business offering commercial glazing wouldn’t have been able to fix it.

Rylee had never thought she’d see that much shattered glass again. And yet, this was so much more.

Thankfully, the turrets had stopped firing once she’d crossed the factory’s main room. However, the sirens and red lights continued to give her the world’s mightiest headache. Rylee had nothing on her to get rid of the pain, so perhaps she’d be best off looking for some water. 

To get out of the production room, Rylee climbed one last glass balustrade. Near Melbourne, people were bound to be pretty annoyed about the delay to glass production they were about to face, Rylee supposed, landing on the steel walkway.

Many challenges likely lay ahead, if she wanted to find the owner of this glass and steel production business. But first, she had to take a little detour to get a drink.