Hiding within My Peers (#Wattys2016)

6 - Party Is About to Start

I entered the building and I took the elevator to the 18th floor with the British lady. She, seeing my formal outfit, asked me:

- Are you here for the party too? - I looked at her. The woman had 60 years or so. Her eyes were brown and her hair grey. She was dressed in a purple outfit: she had a purple hat with two purple flowers, a purple jacked on top of a purple shirt and a purple skirt. She was carrying a purple purse, with a dog inside. She also had a white necklace and white earrings. She looked like the Queen of England, now that I think of it...

- Yes. The name is Hugh.

- American name for a Sikh? Clara. Nice to meet you.

- British, I guess. - She nodded as I said that. 

The doors to the elevator opened and we got in the house. I showed my invite to Damon, the security agent and I got in. I saw the Ambassador standing by the window and I walked next to him, without even seeing the rest of the house. I putted my briefcase down on the hall and I passed by the living room and got to the balcony.

- Did you bring it with you? - He asked. His hands were holding the glass on the balcony. He then turned and I got a glimpse of him. For someone that had killed someone, he looked very pacific, although it also seemed like he didn't trust somebody.

He had one of the most normal faces ever: brown eyes and brown hair, pink lips and curved eyebrows. He was wearing a blue blazer, with a white shirt and a tie with black and grey strips. He had black pants and beige shoes. He had a ring on his right hand's index finger. I took the invite out of my pocket and I hand it to him.

- If I hadn't brought it, you would have killed me. That's what you said. - He examined the invite to see if it wasn't a copy.

- You're right. - He handed me the invite. - Welcome to the party, Fisc.

I stepped away from him and sat on a chair, analizing the room. He had a wonderful house and an amazing view. The walls were painted with different yet matching colors. Leaning against the wall there was a red couch and, on the left side, a lamp provided the right amount of light. Next to the couch, there was a bookshelf, filled with books, with different sizes. On the other side of the room there was a dark blue armchair and next to it, a stand with two statues. There was a Venus and a human head. If I faced what was in front of me, I could only see high-rises blocking my view.

There was a hallway from the place I was sitted to another stand with two statues (one was an eagle and the other another Venus). In that hallway, there was another bookshelf and some paintings.

In the middle of that hallway, there was a gap in the wall, and from that gap you could get to the balcony, a place with a fantastic view that wasn't blocked by the high-rise to a park and from where I could check on my boss. There was also another stand with three statues: two eagles and a human head.

I got up from my sit, and I got in a conversation with the Irish lady and the British lady. The Irish lady had brown curly hair, reaching her shoulders. Her eyes were brown and the eyebrows round and short. She was wearinga green shirt, dark pants, a green jacket and black high heels. She had her nails painted with red nail polish and she had eyeshadow. There were two golden bracelets on her right arm, two golden earrings on her ears (where else?) and a neckless with a blue jewel in the middle. The lady was holding an empty wine glass.

They were talking about some movie but I didn't pay much attention, because the other guests arrived. The party was ready to get started.