The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 8

                       

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**WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SELF HARM**

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Loriatte woke up again feeling like she was crushed by a truck, and to top it off, a persistent, irritating 'beep beep' sound intensified her already throbbing headache.

She looked around and noticed that she was in her new room, and there was an IV attached to her arm, feeling bold, she ripped it off and instantly let out a scream.

"HOLY HELL!!"

Movies make it look so...not effing painful!

She held onto her left wrist which was now bleeding, then walked to her bathroom in search of a first aid kit to treat her new wound. As she exited the bathroom and returned to the bedroom, she couldn't help but wonder why Zayden hadn't come knocking on her door, yelling at her to be quieter. Given the amount of noise she made, he must have heard it all.

As she gazed down at the side table by her bed, she saw a plate with the sandwich and glass of juice that she had prepared earlier, a perplexed expression washed over her face. Upon closer inspection, she saw that there were a couple of pills on the plate, accompanied by a pink post-it note.

She picked up the piece of paper and read its contents.

Stepped out, I'll be back in a few.
Eat up and take the medication to help soothe whatever pain you're feeling.

Don't wait up, take your rest.

Zayden H.

Loriatte sat on the side of her bed and quietly ate the sandwich, took the pills, and drank the juice, she soon fell back in bed and slowly drifted off to sleep again.

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For the third time in a week, Loriatte found herself crying in the closet. Her co-worker's "accidental" spill of hot coffee on her didn't result in an apology, but rather his and other's laughter.

"Lighten up Matawoooo, it's just a little harmless joke," he had said laughing even harder, purposefully pronouncing her surname wrong.

It was getting old how they would purposefully pronounce her names wrong just because she was an immigrant.

It's one thing for your boss to be making your life a living hell, but your co-workers making it even worse was just the icing on the cake.

Although some may argue that she was mistreated due to her lack of impressive work in her stories, it was evident to anyone who had worked in the company long enough and paid attention to the details that it was actually a case of subtle racism. Not only was she the sole person of color in the entire office, but she also had dark skin, making her work environment alongside a group of arrogant, racist white supremacists unimaginable.

Sometimes, she wished she never took that scholarship to be able to study and work overseas.

It was not worth the trauma at all.

Despite having faced discrimination before solely because of her skin color, she still made an effort to persevere through it all. Let's just say her college days was something she did not like to talk about ever.

People walking by the office heard her soft sniffles and sobs, but none dared open the door to console her, it was none of their business and quite frankly none of them cared.