He'll Never Let Me Go

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Trotseer

I woke up around 6AM. I called one of the receptionist and asked if they could serve me breakfast- some fettuccine and crispy garlic bread. The person who picked the call up told me that breakfast would be served within 30 minutes. So, I wait.

After I dropped the call, I grab some fresh towels and headed for my walk-in shower. I hanged my towels in my towel warmer and stepped inside the shower and turned the knob on. The warm drops of water made me feel relaxed and complete. A sensation of relaxation made my aching body relax, as if nothing really happened.

Nothing. Where did I even get the energy to say, nothing? As cliché as it may have sounded, where did I really have the nerves to say nothing? Karoline- I know, I know there is something between us. I know that she is the one when I look at those beautiful orbs. I know that she is her. The her that I am willing to be with.

But, you cranked it up, dude. A small voice in my head noted.

Yes, I have cranked it up. But, I am willing. I am willing to put all the pieces back together and fix what I've destroyed; what is broken.

After for what seems to be 10 minutes, I was clothed and I felt clean. My skin felt raw from the strong scrubs that I've done, but it was totally worth it. I took a seat in the black leather sofa nearby and took the remote and looked for something to watch.

"Terrorists from the eastern part of the country have planned an attack on Rus-" A reporter announced as he furrowed both of his eyebrows, to show enthusiasm.

Nope, that doesn't really bother me. Next channel.

"Tabloids said that the New York hunk, Porter Shcwarz have broken up with his 30-year old girlfr-" A blonde gossiped as she fake-ly made a 'shocked-face.'

Nope. I hate this kind of news. Kinda ruins people's lives.

After 5 minutes of switching channels after channels, the doorbell rang. 'Must be the room service.' I mentally thought. I eagerly stood up from the place I was sitting at and shut the door open. A middle aged lady stood by the doorstep and she was holding a tray full of good looking food. I just felt the acid in my stomach as I saw my breakfast.

"Good Morning, A plate of fettuccine and a basket of toasted garlic bread. Are there any missing orders?" She greeted me with a small smile.

"Good morning. No, there are no missing orders. Here, keep the change." I told her as I swiftly extended my arms and eagerly took the food out. I waved her 'bye' as I shut the door.

~

Around 10, I was already in the lobby of the building. A lot of men in suits were walking around. The soft murmurs, added with each other made a loud noise and the 'dings' of bells ringing added more volume to the noise. But as I stepped in the middle aisle, reaching out for the receptionist, everyone stopped their tracks and bowed at me and greeted me, 'good morning.' I just nodded.

I took the elevator going to my office, but as I blankly stared at the steel wall in front of me, I realized thatt I need to ask Boscht if I could have a word with my brother.

~

I entered Boscht's office and ask if my brother is available. Boscht nodded, saying that my brother is not available.

"Sir, he is in Barcelona, Spain to take a short vacation with someone and he will comeback... around next month sir." He announced. Next month? How come I never heard about this!

"Well, do you have any idea who could that 'someone' be?" I asked.

"Well, not literally, sir. My boss gave me his records when he makes, avails, and spends money, so that the records will show all the things that he only bought and it seems like he bought 3 Emirates, class A flight ticket going to Barcelona, sir." He discussed it, specifically.