Have you ever felt like you don't want to do anything with your day, just stay in bed eating and watch bad trash TV? Well when I woke up this morning, I didn't want to get out of bed and so why should I move in there ? After all, I know I can't find a job and a place to live in a day.
I am already unemployed and soon homeless. 'Come on Nate you have to get out of here', that's what I used to tell myself over and over again but it doesn't touch me at all. And then I remembered the girl's voice from yesterday. Is it weird if I find that voice pretty appealing?
I should maybe go back to Le Bosquet to beg them to take me back.
"No way !" I exclaimed, I still have pride. 'Put your pride aside Nate and go back there', that's what I said to myself. In addition, my pride wouldn't pay my bills, my food and won't find a place to live. Thereupon, I get up from my comfortable and soft bed to take a shower and get ready to go to Le Bosquet.
Arrived there, Colin, my waiter friend immediately let me enter in secret by the back delivery door so that Jérôme, the manager of the restaurant, could not see me and prevent me from entering, I entered without problem, then going through the kitchen, but before I could say phew, I already felt this abominable perfume very close to me.
"Where do you think you're going like that Mr. Carter? As far as I know I've already fired you, haven't I?", Jérôme said with a firm voice.
"Hey !! Jérôme !! Long time no see !", I said with a fairly high-pitched voice and turned around slowly.
He was already there staring at me with his glasses going down a little down his nose and his perfectly groomed gray hair back with his black three piece suit.
"What are you doing here Mr. Carter and how did you get in because I've already warned the porter not to let you in. So get out of here immediately or I'll call security!", he said with a firm and loud voice.
"I know you've already fired me , but please I can't find a job and I'll be kicked out of my apartment soon, so please I beg you to take me back", I replied with a defeated voice.
"Really, Mr. Carter?", he said in a soft voice but I felt a bit of irony there anyway.
"Yes, that's why I would like you to rehire me please!"
"Wait ! Wait! If I'm well from the start so you don't have a job and you will soon be homeless too," Jérôme asked curiously.
"It's true, yes", I replied calmly.
"Ah ! I see ! I see !", he exclaimed before adding " yes and how is that my problem actually ?"
"Excuse-me ?", I said, astonished by his response.
" Listen Mr. Carter ! I don't care if you are homeless and out of work. All I know is that you got fired and you don't work here anymore. Thus, leave the place immediately ", he said in a very firm voice.
"Ah ! And one more thing Mr. Carter", he said when I was heading for the exit.
Jérôme's reaction didn't no surprise me at all. Jérôme is known as an old shrew here at Le Bosquet, that's how every waiter here knows him. I knew that he wouldn't hire me again, he was already hesitant when he hired me the first and has interviewed me. I didn't even know how I could manage to be here at such a prestigious restaurant. I think I just wanted to try my luck just in case, after all who doesn't try has nothing.
"Yes, Jerome", I answered in a sad and dejected voice.
"Two people from a certain pharmaceutical company left this card for you. Apparently you have something of theirs", he said.
"Really?", I said very surprised "but I have no such thing as far as I know".
"Probably this thing that you said was found last Saturday when I fired you", he replied annoyed.
"Ah ! That. Surely, yes. Thank you very much for telling me Jérôme", I replied with a forced smile.
"If you really want to thank me, get out of this restaurant immediately and never set foot here again", he said firmly while showing me the way out.
"Uh... Yes, right away , Sir", I replied while heading towards the front door.
"Not there Mr. Carter . The front door is only for our distinguished customers and as you know you are not a distinguished customer", he said showing the way to the kitchen where there is the delivery door.
I was a little offended by what he said but it was totally true and only the truth hurts. Out of Le Bosquet I looked carefully at the card Jerome gave me. It had Jefferson Pharmaceutical Industries written on it with what seems to be a woman's name, Ellie Jefferson, and what appears to be her phone number and email address. I immediately called the number.
A fairly soft and calm female voice replied : "Hello ?"
"Yes, hello. Sorry to bother you but you left your card at Le Bosquet for me and I think I have what you were looking for ?", I replied a little nervously.
"Really? You must be Mr. Nathaniel Carter then ?", the voice asked curiously.
"Yeah, it's me. Would you like to return the file to you today or tomorrow ?", I said.
"Actually Mr. Carter, can you get the file back to us right now, please it's quite urgent so, of course if you don't have anything planned right now", the voice replied quickly.
"Uh... Yes ! Yeah, no problem", I replied.
"Perfect !", the voice exclaimed, "Come to Jefferson Building and give my card to the receptionist", the voice said enthusiastically.
"Sure ! See you later then", I finally said before ending the call.
I went back home to take the file and then headed towards Jefferson Building. It was among the biggest buildings in Roswell. I heard this name, Jefferson, many times ago, especially when my mother was sick.
Finally arrived at Jefferson Building, it was very impressive. I don't go often in this neighborhood because it is one of the affluent and bourgeois neighborhoods of Roswell and there are only rich people who go here.
I entered through an automatic door, which led me to the hall of the building. It was very majestic, chic, elegant, very bright and there were glass walls, the floor was a beautiful shiny white that you could even see your own reflection.
At that time I regretted not changing before because everyone here was only wearing very elegant suits and outfits while I was only wearing faded jeans and a t-shirt that is no longer as white as I would even say off-white with old sneakers.
On the right and left sides there were nicely matched tables and chairs where what seems to be sitting employees can be or customers. Right in front of me is the receptionist. I walked over and there was a pretty girl, with dark brown hair and wearing a long sleeve white shirt with a black skirt, sat there with her eyes on her computer and there was a badge hanging on the top left side of her shirt with Jennifer written on it.