Sipping hot chocolate in the morning, making sure i start my day while being on sugar high. Some people start theirs while being on caffeine high, but i cant handle coffee, the bitterness is just not my cup of tea.
Waking myself up and making sure i had a good sip before my work, i walk to my desk with my hot choco, ready to ready my yesterday's work before continuing them. Reading new case i took. Oh i love my job.
Like usual, i then get ready to work and finally i am outside again. Walking to my Law-firm, the place i mostly in, working.
usually go to work by walking since its pretty close and i can take advantage of it since i'll be exercising at the same time, even tho riding a bike would be more convenient but i rather walk while reading my work case. A long case i'm trying to take care of. Human Trafficking.
My mom was once a victim and i am the product of that.
"ah fuck, this vicious cycle"
i always go to work while holding my paper, i never learn from my mistake, reading while walking is incredibly dangerous but i just cant, its part of my routine. Fuck it, i dont care as long as this paper is save and sound is all i ask for, i am holding an investigation of my mom's human trafficking case and it took me so long to gather this many progress.
i check on my watch "30 more minutes, yeah manageable-"
brak, fuck i crashed onto someone.
i open my eyes and i saw a really tall man with a pair of white suit, shit dont tell me i stained it-
"oh my, i am so sorry, are you okay sir?" i ask while trying to stand.
"i am okay, are okay miss?" he asked.
"all good, ah my papers" i look down and its everywhere.
i crouch and start getting them, fuck if its messy, just no missing part please, i whine in my heart.
He then help me getting them all and luckily everything is still there.
"thank you sire, i apologize, im so sorry".
He smile and "its okay miss, i see that you seems to be interested in human trafficking case, i am intrigued to know what is your thoughts about it".
as he offer his hands, a sign of handshake.
I hate socializing and talking, i didn't bring my card that has my contact info in it, usually i put them in my office and rarely bringing them everywhere with me. so i guess we are not fated.
"ah, its my pleasure but im afraid my time is ticking, work is calling sire, i really like to but i dont have my contact info card right now". i excused myself.
"Wait miss, here my info card". he hands them gently. While smiling. "i have expectations for you later".
chills, all over me, it gave me goosebumps. "Aha, yesā¦." i smile awkwardly, not looking at his contact info. I then fast walk to my work.
"We shall meet again".
I finally arrive and now sitting in my desk. Ah what a relieve. i then remember the accident occurred this morning. thinking i should check the card he gave.
"Mr. Mateo Adler. Sounds familiarā¦".
I thought deep down, trying to think every possible answer. And ended up empty handed.
The CEO ofā¦. V company? what the hell is this? this company is famous for their investigations and their famous work was theā¦ human trafficking case!? as i search their company on the internet.
"he's a big shot, yup".
"Should i? i want to talk to him about mom's case butā¦. if i meet him for sure i'll get myself into unwanted problems". Well fuck that shit. I need this piece of info more than my own life.
time passes. it is time for me to go home.
At night i never go home by walking, it's dangerous, so i prefer to go home by bus. much convenient. I walk in the bus and sit on the sit i usually on. looking at the luminosity of the bustling and crowded. I hate this atmosphere.
finally stopped in-front of my apartment building. finally home. after i get a nice warm bath i check on this Mateo guy againā¦ should i give it a go?, i contemplate.
Few minutes later i grab my phone and insert the number stated in the card.
"ring ring". it sounds.
"Mateo Adler speaking". he said.
just a good silence i left him processing what did i just done.
"hoo, is this miss that i met this morning?, i ak expecting your call miss". he said smugly.
"Hiā¦Uh sir". awkwardly i greet him.
"Well before speaking i'd like to know your name miss, basic courtesy". he barked.
i am pissed.
"I am Rosa, Rosa Amos".
"Oho seems like our names suit each others. Gift of god and Carried by god. Seems like a fate".
"Oh my? interesting, i've been meaning to ask when will you be free? the case you saw, i want to talk more about it". i get straight into the point, i hate wasting my time on nonsensical flirting.
"hmmm, how does friday night sounds like? ill pick you up, just send me your address-"
"no need i'll wait at nearby bus station, just pick me there". i cut him, giving my address? in his dream.
"Oh my bad. sorry for the inconvenience for that, sure i'll do as you say". he sighed.
"good, then see you, have a good rest". wishing him before ending this call.
"yes, you too miss Rosa". he barked and i cut his call immediately.
"oh hell that man is one of a pain in the butt for sure". as i walk to my desk once more and continue working until 11pm.
night has come and it is time to rest, i value a good rest over anything. Shall i meet him later in a few days.