The Blackest Day

Prologue

December, 2014

It was a new beginning, or the beginning of the end, it could be either.

A month had passed since I moved to Irvine and started working in a Call Center, renting an apartment and continuing my studies in college after a considerable decrease in my grades. I knew I was overloading myself by studying and working at the same time, but it was the only way to distract myself from my suicidal thoughts... or at least I looked at it that way.

For that reason, I decided to leave New Orleans, I could not bear to observe that city one more minute after what had happened. I hoped that moving was enough or at least a big step to start over and leave it all behind... or at least learn to deal with the pain.

The busier my mind was taking calls from annoying customers or learning about emotional disorders, the less thoughts came to my mind about how much I wanted to die. I was studying psychology, ironic, isn't it?

I met two amazing guys where I worked at, their names were Jeff Pfister and Mutt Nutter. They were studying robotics at college and most of the money they earned in the Call Center was destined to anything related to robotics, they were great geniuses. Jeff and Mutt had their own company at the back of a van, but world's most successful entrepreneurs started that way, so I had no doubt that very soon, their company would become the largest in the United States, and perhaps the world.

They inspired me, despite being broken at that time, I knew that if I had no purpose, I would have died months ago. I had to fight, I had to continue with my career, I had to graduate and leave a legacy in this world because something big was coming for me.

... And if not, the third is always the charm.

As I thought about how much my life had changed, I realized that I had already arrived at the well-known building where I worked. Jeff, Mutt, and I worked during the evening shift, so as soon as I got out of college, I'd drive to work and come home at dawn. I slept about five hours a day, but it didn't affect me, it's not like I was able to fall asleep either.

When I got to my workplace, Mutt was eating chips and Jeff was in the middle of a call. I was late that day because of an accident that occurred in the highway and it caused traffic jam. I fucking hated being late.

I mumbled a "Hi guys" as I sat in my uncomfortable but fun swivel chair, waiting for calls to come as I started to check e-mails.

I must admit I didn't have many skills besides speaking four languages, so an enslaving call center was the only place I could think of to work at.

"I think we should hire a receptionist." Jeff said, cutting off a call with a customer named Karen who wanted a one dollar refund. How ridiculous! I could hear her yelling from where I was.

"Don't be stupid, we're not so big yet that we can't handle things on our own. Besides, how much are we going to pay them? Our materials are very expensive, our rent is very expensive, and our cocaine is very expensive. We can't afford hiring a receptionist right now, we'll go broke!" Mutt replied in disagreement. "Unless you want to sell your soul to Satan, or you know someone who will settle for less than the minimum wage, we will handle it."

"Dude! You gave me a great idea, we should sell our souls to Satan!" Jeff snapped. And I couldn't help but laugh.

Those guys were so funny, I loved them too much, for they were the only good thing I had in my life at that time. Sell ​​their souls to Satan? I bet they would wet themselves with just a little noise.

"Oh, are you sure that Satan would want your pathetic souls? If I were Satan, I would be offended by such a miserable offering" I joked.

I turned to see Jeff and he just showed me his middle finger. I wanted to continue teasing them but a call came in.