Lost Memory

Chapter 3

At eight in the evening, Man in black finally lead me to another black limousine that drove me home. Or I thought it was my home. Man in black brought me up to an apartment and waited until Mister Country opened it. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten!" he informed me and left after I walked into the apartment. The apartment was huge! Right on the opposite side of the door was a wall out of glass, in front of it on the right side a huge dining table and a kitchen, situated after the dining 'room'. Next to the dining area was a big couch with a coffee table and a huge TV set with closet. On the left at the entrance was a spiral staircase that lead to the first floor. Next to it was one room, which I guessed was the bathroom. There were two other big rooms but what was behind them was a mystery for me. The door of the room next to the living room was cracked open a bit and I could identify a huge bureau and lots of closets. It was probably a study. "Are you hungry?" a man in a black suit asked me. Damn, who was that? What were all these unknown people doing in my apartment? If it even was my apartment. Maybe it was my eventually boyfriend's apartment. No, Mister Country could not possibly be my boyfriend, he had to be my dad or something. What if he's my manager? My dad and my manager? Hannah Montana's dad was her manager... a thought rushed through my mind. At last, I snapped back to reality and to Mister Penguin – he looked awfully like a penguin with his suit – and remembered his question. "Yes, I am. Is there something to eat here?" I answered and smiled at him.

"Your father ordered Chinese food today, do you want some of the leftovers?" he asked me in an overpolite way. So Mister Country really was my dad! I was so grateful for that information that I wanted to hug Mister Penguin as tight as I could. Instead I nodded at his suggestion and followed him to the kitchen. I watched as he got the food out of the fridge, put it on a plate and into the microwave. Was he, like, my butler? Did I have a butler? I now knew I was an actress, but I had an own butler? How much did I earn? And what was Mister Country's profession? Millions of questions I had no answers to. Nobody was familiar to me and I wasn't sure if I could even ask anyone to help me. To lift my mood a bit, I tried to concentrate as much as possible on the delicious take-out food, Mister Penguin served me.

After dinner, I mentioned to Mister Country alias my dad that I was going up into my room and was staying there until forever. As I entered the first floor, I was greeted with another big wall made of glass. In front of it were some other couches, a big table and lots of book shelves that were filled with millions of books. On the right next to the staircase was a pool table and on the left were some rooms. Because I was alone, I decided to look through all rooms. The first on the left was apparently my room. A queen sized bed was situated on the left wall of the room, accompanied with night stands on either side. On the wall almost opposite to the door, that was at a slant of a wall, were huge windows, underneath them a chest of drawers and a messy bureau. On the right, opposite of the bed, was another TV set and next to it another door that led to a huge bathroom. The bathroom had a huge shower, a washbasin with an enormous mirror and a closet attached next to it. Moreover, there was a toilet and another door that led into the next room which appeared to be a guestroom. It held another queen sized bed, a chest of drawers and a closet. Where's my closet, though? I asked myself and went back to my room. On the left, next to the entering door, was another door that led into a huge closet. It was one of those walk-in closets where I could find thousands of clothing items. There were high heels in all colours and patterns, sneakers in multiple colours, dresses from long to extremely short, skirts and pants in all lengths, colours and patterns, shirts and sweaters. I could also identify a short section of feel-good-and-comfortable clothes, that included sweatpants and oversized, ugly shirts. Moreover, the closet included a sports section which probably meant that I was quite sporty. Nice! I thought to myself before I turned off the lights and went to my bureau. Under hundreds of sheets of paper, I found a Macbook that I opened in hope of finding answers. Now that I had completed all working tasks, I had plenty of time to go through all data my phone and laptop provided, right?