"An overdose? That's crazy, I was just having a conversation with him." I say eating my noodles.
"Things happen Elizabeth"
Once the ambulance came the party was a bust. Everybody just awkwardly talked about things of unimportance. In reality they wanted to talk about the doped up kid. Eventually the crowd dispersed, so Estefani and I just came home.
Home was a two bedroom apartment we both shared. Estefani got the bigger one, and we both shared a bathroom. Our living room was pretty small. Actually every room was pretty small, but we managed to pull off that cozy feeling. We had sort of a classy theme going on; dark wood bookcases and throw blankets. It was the kind of apartment were #TGIT was actually accompanied by popcorn and wine.
Pros about having a roommate: rent is cut in half. Cons: privacy doesn't exist. Anything from new boyfriends to who we hated most in the world, was out in the open.
Estefani and I sat on the kitchen counter. Yes, we sat on the kitchen counter. Too broke to buy chairs. To broke to buy actual meals as well. Noodle soup was great and easy to make, but noodle soup everyday not that great.
I continued eating noodles in a cup, still shocked in disbelief. An over dose? That's unbelievable. Or was it? My mind wandered to his odd pale looking skin, and his urge to go to the penthouse. I suddenly felt somewhat responsible for his current condition. Maybe if I had payed attention, looked for more obvious signs, he wouldn't be where he was now.
What if he over dosed on purpose? I could have stopped that potential suicide.
A slam on the table interrupted my guilty thoughts.
"Damn! I think I left my wallet at the party." Estefani said followed by multiple spanish curses. Her cup was down on the counter and her hand on her fore head.
"What was in it?" Not nessesarilly concerned. Our phones were the most important thing. We loose our phones we loose our lives.
"A few dollars. Definetly all the buissness cards I got from networking."
"Are you serious!" Now I was concered. "Well that makes this whole night a bust."
"Relax Elizabeth. I gave them our numbers they can call back."
"Well besides that did you loose anything else important?"
"Giftcards."
I sink down in my arms. Why? Simply why?
I lost my appetite. Plus I was tired. When I landed on my bed, that feeling of pure bliss, when you're exhausted and you finally reach your bed, hit me like a crashing wave.
Falling asleep was easy.
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Waking up was hard.
Going to work was harder.
"Where is Elizabeth, Estefani?" a loud woman asks.
I pear up from my cubical like a malfunctioning mole. Quickly I sink back down to my chair to remove the game I had been playing from the screen when I notice she's coming my way.
My boss was a tall brunet, with a slim figure. She was older, but she had a great body going for her. If it weren't for that nagging attitude of hers, she'd probably be in a relationship.
"Elizabeth, Darling" All the woman was missing was some white hair dye and a ciggaret and she was on her way to becoming a Disney character.
"Yes Miss Dawson?
"Last night, I stationed you and your friend Estefai in Mr. Waters estate."
I nodded. I didn't need a reminder, but I nodded.
"Ofcourse your aware of how his son is, so I need you to investigate."
"Miss, the man is just a normal guy. There's nothing going on in his life. This drug addiction is not that big of a deal. "
"Have you seen the news this morning. All they're talking about is this 'normal guy'." She put her hands on her hips and looked around the office. Everyone was always where they were supposed to be when she was around. "I need something by tommorow. Your stories are getting better each time."
"How am I even going to see him?"
"You can find your way. The right motivation," she said winking "Can lead to extraordinary feats."
I sigh and lean in further into my chair. In all honesty, I was not looking forward to meeting up with that guy again. He wasn't friendly yesterday. I didn't even know where he was being hospitalized.
