I wake up in some someone's bedroom and I wonder, where the hell am I?
I went out the door and I go downstairs. I then found the living room. There was a grey couch in front of a white table. They're facing toward a glass window. After that, I explored some more and I eventually wound up in the kitchen. I saw a woman wearing a long sleeve shirt having her coffee by the marble counter.
"You're finally awake. Does your head hurt?" Elizabeth asked.
She sounds awfully familiar. I thought I ended up in some man's house. "Ms Schmitt?" I asked in a haze. "Yes, it's me." She replied. "Why am I in your house? Did you do something to me last night?" I asked. "No, I did not, don't worry." She reassured. "What happend last night?" I asked.
She then furrowed her brows. "Caused trouble for me last night. You led a disgusting man to our table and then you embarassed me with your antics!" She shouted. "You went to the dance floor. I tried stopping you but you kept resisting. You eventually started dancing wildly and you were screaming like some toddler! At some point, even took your dress off! Everyone there surrounded you and they stared at you with distasteful look on their faces. They started taking photos and videos and I was forced to make them stop recording! You even puked on me before passing out. I was forced to bring you home and you ruined my clothes for the second time! God, looking at you makes me angrier!" She told me angrily.
I froze. I want to go to crawl in a hole! I want to hide from the world. Not only did I embarass myself but also I embarassed my boss! "Am I going to get fired?", "How much trouble can I be in?" These types of thoughts filled my mind to the brim. I am mortified, I am horrified, I have no words to describe this feeling. I embarassed myself in front of celebrities, influencers, basically people with a following.
I just stood there, frozen in shock.
"Ms. Conner?" She called. I immediately look at her. "Are you alright?" She asked. I nodded. "We're leaving in 30 minutes." She said.
I go to the room where I woke up in and I take my clothes from last night and wear them. I then go back down to the kitchen where Elizabeth is.
When Elizbeth saw me, she glared at me and gave me this dissaproving look. "You're seriously going to wear that?" She snarked. "I don't have any other clothes with me, Ms. Schmitt." I replied.
She grabbed my hand and dragged me upstairs. She took me to what I assume is her room.
The room looked really elegant. The walls are white with some black patterns. The floor has black, glossy marble tiles which reflected my face a bit. There is a white bed that looks very soft. It invites you to go in it when you look at it. There is a greyish black bookshelf on a corner which filled to the brim with books. There is also a doorto the left of which I assume is her walk-in-closet.
She opens the door and I saw her closet. It's huge. It's probably bigger than my apartment. I see white shelves filled with all types of clothes. I see designer bags and shining jewelry kept in drawers that have a clear glass panel. There is a touchpad on the side of that drawer which I assume keeps the drawer locked.
I'm overwhelmed. I knew she's wealthy but I didn't know she's this stacked. I look around for a while.
I notice Elizabeth rummaging through one of her clothes racks. "Which one do I sacrifice to that troublesome girl?" I heard her mumble to herself while holding a grey dress.
After some time, she goes to me holding a light grey dress. "Don't even bother wearing the dress you wore last night. Here, you can borrow this." She said. She handed me the dress. It's a fitted and it's off-shoulder. The fabric is quite thick, I like it.
I went out of Elizabeth's room and I went back to the room I woke up in. I remove my current clothes and I wear the dress. It's really comfortable. The fabric feels soft against my skin and the color is nice. It's a shame I have to give this back.
I go out of the room and I go downstairs. I go to her living room and I sit on the grey couch. I'm just waiting for Elizabeth to go downstairs.
When she went downstairs, she took her car keys and I followed her. We went to her car and then we drove off.
Elizabeth's phone started ringing. I could see who's it from in the touchpad of this car. It's from Claude. I wonder what happend at the lab....
She picked it up. The phone is on bluetooth speaker so I could hear what they're talking about. "Ms. Schmitt, we found out more things about the perpetrator." He said. "Okay, I'm going there immediately. Tell the staff there I'm going." She said. She ended the call.
We drove to the lab complex.
We got off the car and we went in the oncology lab. As soon as the receptionist saw us, She stood straight and she smiled. Her smile is robotic. Her nervousness could be seen behind that smile though.
We went in the elevator to go to the second floor. When the doors opened, the people are all lined up. They're really organized, it's like they're greeting a king. I'm really flustered. As we walk through them, I notice that they're trembling. Their faces are all empty. Their faces were kind of like this but Elizabeth's presence makes them look even worse.
"Don't just stand there? Go back to work!" She commanded.
Everyone scrambled to go back to their places. They're act like birds. When they sense a presence, they scramble to flee.
We looked around for a while. "Ms Schmitt?" I heard a familliar voice. When I turned around to see who that was, I found out that it's Claude.
Upon having my eyes fall upon him, time stopped. My heart skips a beat. Everything started turning pink. I felt this warmth in my body. When I tried to look away, I couldn't. My eyes are glued to him.
I then see a pale hand waving in front of me. "Ms. Conner? Are you still there? You're standing there like a clutz idiot. We have to go now!" A voice said.
I was knocked back to my senses. The hand was Elizabeth's. I can feel a rage form within me. "Are you back? Come, let's go." She said. "May we proceed?" Claude asked Elizabeth. "Yeah, she's a bit dazed for now. She had a bit too much to drink last night." Elizabeth told Claude. "Who's fault do you think it is?" I mumbled. "Do you have anything to say Ms. Conner?" Elizabeth asked. "No." I answered.
I followed them to the survelliance room. Claude showed us photos of a dark figure going in Claude's office then going out afterwards. "The investigators said that the perpetrator is probably a man based on his build." He said while scrolling through the photos they have. "Also, he's small. They say that he's around 5'5." He added. "I want this investigated further. I need that cure now." She demanded.
"It shall be done." Claude said before going out of the room. We followed suit after a few minutes. We then go back to the car.
When I went in, I notice Elizabeth's face looking quite grim. She looks dissapointed. She was staring into the distance and she looks and it looked like tears are forming in her eyes. She looks like she's about to cry. She then hit the cars steering wheel in frustration. "Why am I not good enough!" She screamed. I extended out my hand to touch pat her back out of instinct.
"I'm sorry! It's kind of a habit." I panicked. "It's fine, I understand." She said. "Just a bit, hang on there." She mumbled. "What?" I asked. "It's.. nothing." She said.
There's this silence between us. I just want to break it badly but I think the situation would worsen if I say anything.
"You should rest. I forgot to tell you but we're going to leave early. I'll just sort out some things at the office so we won't have to worry about anything. Just go. I'll drive you to the train station in this district." She said.
We drove off. We never said anything again after that. We arrive at the train station and Elizabeth wherein drops me off. I then go through my usual commute to go home.
I thought she was just this smart, drunk toddler who runs around spilling wine onto innocent people but seeing this side of her kind of gives me a different view about her. It's really suprising in so many ways.
I finally arrive home. I rest for a bit and I grab my black carry-on and a week's worth of clothes and stuff.
I'm still bothered about Elizabeth though. How is she now? What is she doing?
I plopped on my bed after I finished packing. My phone buzzes. I check it and Elizabeth sent me a text saying "I forgot to tell you this yesterday. Our trip would last for a week."
After reading that message. I still couldn't shake the scene I saw today. What more is to come?