Unknown Identity

Chapter Two

Sleek car and a chauffeur. What do you expect?

“Get in.”

I entered and immediately smelled the whiff of new leather.

We were riding in silence for a while before I spoke up.

“How did the accident happen?”

“You were riding a bicycle.  It was an intersection, so…”

I nodded, immediately getting the picture.

“Where were you going, anyway?” he asked.

I frowned at a distance outside the window in thought. I shook my head. “I can’t remember.”

“Oh.” He paused. “Well, don’t worry.  The doctor said it will come naturally. I'm pretty sure once that little blood clot in your brain finally subsides, your amnesia will be gone, too.”

I sighed.

There was a long moment of silence.

“Hey," he said.

I look at him.

He looked down, embarrassed. “I'm really sorry about what happened to you.”

I shrugged then looked outside my window. “Is there really anything we can do about it now?”

Then, it became a wordless trip to his mansion. The car drove up to tall, huge gates. The gates were manoeuvred by two men in suit and white gloves. The gates opened up to a private driveway with pine trees side-by-side.

“Amazing,” I breathed.

I heard him smirk.

Pighead.

Then, not for long, we drove around the white fountain and, finally, arriving at the front door.

“You like it?” he said, half-smiling.

“It’s like a castle!” I giggled, then covered my mouth as I took in the whole exterior. “Wow!” I whispered.

“Come on, let’s get you inside.”

I ran up the five marble steps, catching up to him to the huge mahogany doors open in welcome for our arrival.

Inside, there are ten women in black pencil skirt and white long-sleeved button-downs with their hair pinned up into a neat bun. There are five of them on each side, lined up on the side of our path in a bowing position.  I was beguiled by the huge room.  It was even larger than a hotel foyer or a school lobby, for that matter. The floor was cream marble and the light was coming in from the full-length windows almost all over the wall. The whole place looked like the kingdom of God or something. It was an epitome of heaven. At the end of the hall, there are two grand staircases leading to the second floor. In the middle of the two stair cases is another hall.

“You,” he appointed to two of the women in uniform.  “Go and prepare her a room and a bath.”

“Yes, sir,” they both answered in unison then, ran up to one of the staircases.

“You live with your parents?” I asked him the moment we were past the lady servants.

“My parents work in New York.  They rarely ever make it home.  And if they’re here, they seem like strangers to me,” he said.

I frowned. “You must feel lonely in this huge house.”

He smirked.  “I’d rather not have them here.”

I kind of feel sorry for him.  Maybe that’s how he developed his arrogance.

He turned back to the lady servants.

“Escort her to her room,” he appointed to no one in particular, but it seems as though they already know who he’s talking to.

“Yes, Sir Elliot,” one of them bowed.

Did they undergo voice command robotic training? They’re like petty human robots especially hired just for him.

He turned to me and jutted his head to the lady servant who appeared in front of us.  “Go.”

I nodded.