Purple Recovery

Chapter 32: I'm What?

It's been two days since the snake accident. After the guard killed the snake, James and I had to sit on the couch as they searched the apartment for any other snakes. Luckily there wasn't any more. This was really one of the times were James should've had Molly with him, instead of letting her go with Layla.

I also learned that James wasn't terrified of the snake. He went into a bit of a shock hearing the gun sound. It was the shot that scared him.

I made the guards say not one thing to my father or Debbie about this. If they would have called them, they wouldn't be at their honeymoon right now. I didn't want to ruin that for them.

Debbie had left me in charge of the studio. I just had to make sure business was good. I'm sure no employee would try to cheat Debbie, but that's what I'm here for. Besides the word is getting around about me having my memory back. Everyone thinks I'm going to be hard on them. In reality I just want them to treat me the same way they did a week ago. Because a week ago I had my memory and they treated my like a friend. Now that they know I have it, I'm a scary bitch.

"Miss Ryan." I heard my guard of the day, say. He knocked on the door and waited until I told him to come in.

"Yes?" I asked. It was lunch time. Why would he bother me while I ate my tacos?

"Uh, there's a problem." He said.

"It's lunch, we have no kids and the staff is gone..."

Honestly the mornings were very quiet. There's some classes in the morning, but they're for the older people who want to get a workout. The kids usually come after 2 in the afternoon because they go to school.

"Exactly, there's a kid in the cafeteria eating lunch, he's not from here, and there's no staff."

"Boy or girl?" I asked.

"It's a boy. You can check the camera in the kitchen." He said.

I opened the security cameras on Debbie's desktop. I looked at them untill I saw movement in one if the cameras. Sure enough, it was a small boy. He didn't look older then 10 years of age.

"How did he get in?" I asked.

"He picked the lock of the back door. I saw him come in. I'm just not sure if you want me to call the police -"

"No. I'll deal with him, myself." I got up leaving my lunch behind. My poor tacos... "Tell your friend to come to the cafeteria door."

The guard that was with me called the guard that was in the lobby. I didn't want this kid to go anywhere. We were going to have a serious talk. Why is he breaking into the studio?

As we got to the cafeteria, I made sure I didn't make a sound. I opened the door carefully and walked inside. I passed all the tables, and was about to enter when I signaled the guard to stay there. I peaked in to see the boy was on the floor about to eat a sandwich.

"What are you doing here?" I asked him. He almost dropped the sandwich in shock. "There's guards so don't try to run, or I'll call the police. Now tell me your name."

"T-thomas J-jostal." He stuttered. The boy had long brown mesy hair. His blue shirt had small holes. And his pair of jeans were faded, and worn away at the bottom. His brown eyes were telling me he was scared.

"Do you know who I am?" I asked.

"Yes ma'am. I saw you on t.v two days ago." He whispered, looking down.

"I left my lunch in my office. . . Would you like to finish having lunch here?" I asked. "I'll let you finish the sandwich before I call the police."