Somewhere in the city of Roswell
Well, I think that from today, I will not like Mondays anymore. First of all, last Saturday when I was fired from my job as a waiter at Le Bosquet, I spent all morning doing job interviews all over Roswell, but they all said that I'm not what they search for and that I'm not 'qualified' for the job.
When I thought my day couldn't get any worse, well, that was right before that :
"Nate, I'm sorry but I think I gave you enough time to pay the rent, you already have three months late", said Bill, my landlord.
"I know! I know, Bill !", I exclaimed, "but I am really not in my good days there. I just got fired at the beginning of the month so I could not receive my full salary and therefore I would need more time. Just one month, give me just one month".
"Sorry, but I will have to ask you to put your things away, you have three days to leave the place, if I gave you more time it would not be fair to the others who pay their rent every month", Bill said and he seemed really sorry.
So just to make short, as you already guessed my name is Nate, it is the diminutive of Nathaniel, my name is Nathaniel Carter, currently I'm jobless and will soon have no roof in 3 days. Yeah !! We have all our little problems, well I especially have a big problem but hey we have to deal with it, but in any case the person who forgot this report at Le Bosquet must also have a bad day. Is it bad that I feel happy right now that other people have a bad day like me ?
Back at Ellie's office at Jefferson Pharmaceutical industries (JPI)
Larry and I tried everything that we could do to sort out the report problem, we even went to the restaurant where Larry went on his date.
Apparently one of their waiters found something similar as we were looking for but unfortunately for us they fired him because he was always late.
Despite that they were able to give us his phone number and his name : Nathaniel Carter. Actually, Larry is calling him but without success, we tried to join him all day but no answer. It's like he turned off his phone.
"Okay, I tried one more time and if he didn't pick up his damn phone, I'll ...", Larry said but then Ellie interrupted him abruptly and said : "you'll what Larry ?! Let me remind you that we are in this mess because of you so he won't pick up his phone then you'll try again. Did I make myself clear ?"
"Yes; perfectly clear, boss," he replied with a fearful voice.
It's finally time to go to the family dinner planned by my father. One more thing to know about me is that my parents are divorced. Actually it is especially my father who separated from my mother when I was about 7 years old when it happened and my sister Helene was about 12 years old. So my mom decided to give us her last name instead of my father's, later Helene decided to use our father's name Smith and became the head of our father's law firm .
I remember what he said that day "Ellie, honey, I have to leave the house for a while, but I will come back every month for dinner with Helene and you and your mother."
"Why do you have to go daddy?", I asked curiously.
"I have to think about myself a little darling, I am going to seek my happiness. For the moment you do not understand what I say yet but later when you grow up you will understand me better."
I grew up in the Jefferson Mansion built by my great-grandfather himself. Once the manor door opened, there was already Hélène's car and my father's car parked in front of it. The last time I had it was last Christmas, I usually don't like these family dinners very much and always blame my dad for leaving us that day.
I entered through the main rosewood door of the mansion and walked into the living room where there seemed to be some noise. When I arrived I saw my mother with a glass of wine in her hand chatting with my father who held a glass of whiskey in her hand and Helene by her side. Hélène is the first to notice my presence, followed by my mother and then my father.
"Honey, finally you're here, we thought you were still going to come up with some weird excuses to not come as you did the previous months" , Catherine said.
"Good evening Ellie" , Ellie's father, Adam Smith, said.
"Good evening father" , Ellie replied.
"Good to see you and you're beautiful as always, honey" , Adam told her, smiling.
" Haha ! As if we saw each other often ", Ellie said.
But then a very familiar voice that I haven't heard for a long time greeted me.
It was our old nanny, Lucia, we spent most of our childhood with her since our parents worked a lot. I haven't seen her since I graduated from high school.
"Lucia ?! What are you doing here? It's been a while now " , Ellie exclaimed.
"Oh! I missed you so much you know", Lucia said walking up to Ellie and then hugged her
" Yeah, I missed you so much too. So what are you doing? Tell me that at least you came back to work with us again, if so I would come to these family dinners more often",Ellie said and then laughed.
"No, that's not why I'm here, but good news for you it's me who was cooking tonight's dinner. Come on, it's already ready, we were only waiting for you" , Lucia told her.
We all headed towards the dining room after that, "go sit down and see you in the kitchen", usually at these dinners Helen and I are sitting next to each other and facing our mother and and our father was sitting in the vacant place in front of the table but this time there was another plate on the table it was very strange.
"Are we expecting someone else, why is there a plate of too much? " , Ellie asked curiously and then they all looked at each other after she said that.
"Yes it's for Lucia" ; Helene said.
"But why would Lucia sit with us? She doesn't eat with us on family dinner" , Ellie asked again curiously.
" You'll see it later, sweetheart ", Adam told her.
Something is brewing in this house and I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't know anything about it yet.