Jenette

Chapter 4

                                                                               PENT HOUSE

                                                                                     7:43

         I turned my head to the right yet again  and my eyes fluttered open. The skies had no hint of light and were still midnight blue. The branches of the fig trees bent as the wind whistled past them. Yup winter was definitely coming. I searched for my phone in the distance and squinted as the bright light illuminated my face. I dropped my phone on my bed and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Just great," I said and retracted my hand from the scalding shower and sucked on my finger to numb the feeling. I heard my phone vibrate on my bed and walked over making sure my sweats didn't get caught in the door.

Meet me at the helipad today, I think we need to visit the property again and I have an idea where we could look for clues

-Q

            I read the text message and threw my phone back on my bed and held my forehead against the wall. I really hated mornings especially when it was dark.  I walked into the bathroom and jumped into the shower and loosened my hair from its bun and ran warm water through it.  I basically passed out yesterday on my bed and possibly flung my shoes off in my sleep as one leg was on my desk and the other managed to hang on one of the empty spaces on the metal head board of my bed.  I crawled out of the shower and managed to look at the mirror, my side bangs entering my eyes from time to time.

"I look like a  freaking dying seal," I muttered and peered closer into the mirror before plugging in my blow dryer and dried my hair.

      I put on a green cashmere sweater and fairly straight black skirt and my simple black heels and walked into my Daisy perfume fritz, grabbed my navy blue carry on and walked out of the door.

"Amanda!" Trisha, the girl who lived across my room shouted as I burst out of my room.

"God!" I said and quickly plastered a fake smile "I-I gotta go"

"Pretty classy for a coffee shop," she hollered as I made my way past her.

"Oh you know, you never know who could come to the shop probably a producer or..."

"You're into music," she said excitement creeping on her face " We should jam sometime probably at your lunch break in the coffee shop,"

"Mmhmm," I managed and rushed for the elevator before my mouth put me in any more trouble.

"So I need to actually find a coffee shop and learn how to play an instrument," I whispered to myself, my fingers on my temples as the elevator lowered to the first floor. I basically ran out before someone could ask me further questions or criticise my fashion choices.  I got to the car park and got into the car and raced down the street.

        Looking right and left to make sure no one was in a 10 m radius, I turned right to the familiar dark alley that led to the headquarter towers making sure the censor in my car was beeping red meaning it was switched on. I stepped on the accelerator a bit more as the car zoomed off on the narrow road. I felt my car plunge downwards meaning I was reaching the part of the alley where a stranger would get confused and meet a dead end. The censor turned green and a garage door painted to look like the continuation of the fence lifted up as I sped under it as it shut almost immediately as it opened. I felt the early sun warm my skin from my windshield as I burst into a for lane paved road catching a glimpse of a very familiar ivory tower.  I stepped on the gas pedal as my car spurred on as I swerved my car from the middle to the extreme right so I could park easily in my parking spot.  I pressed on the brake as the car slowed down and turned right into the parking slot, the bonnet facing the pavement. I opened the car door and threw my workbag over my shoulder checking my reflection in the window to know if my middle part was still straight and my hair was still sleek.  I walked fast into the vast building for some strange reason. I don't know if it was my senses but I always felt like I was watched so I did everything fast and my reflexes were super sharp or probably that was how I was trained and it had sipped into my normal life. Lately my personal and my work life had been clashing and I hated that. Before I could think of an eratic plan, Jane shot up and gave me a look to come over to her table meaning she had paper work for me. I inched closer trying not to get run over as everyone was walking so fast. It was like Oxford street at closing time.