Mirrors

CHAPTER 3 : THE OFFICE

11:40 AM May 16 2017

Eleanor

It is complete chaos at work, as always. People are everywhere. It is like a shark frenzy and as if the information were the fish and the journalists were the ferocious sharks.With heavy steps and with my shoulder bag of leather hanging on my right shoulder I slowly head to my office.

When I arrive I set my computer up and get ready for a long day at work. Every single person at my work has one. I think you call them macbooks made by maybe.. Apple? But I'm not quite sure though. I've never had kept good track over the different technological brands. Some might say that my knowledge about technology is quite obsolete.

A few moments later one of my colleagues rush into my office with a huge bunch of paper.

"Oh my god Richard, what the..."

"It's the infor.. infor.. ma..mation." he interrupts.

"About the disappearances? I say with a confused look on my face.

" Ye...ye..yes" he continues.

" Thanks Richard!" I yell whilst he shuts the door behind him.

Poor old Richard. He's stuttered ever since he could talk and unfortunately his big, mushed nose and mouth with quite a bunch of teeth missing didn't make him look any smarter. But the funny thing is, I think he actually fancies me. He has sometimes given me compliments for my long ashen coloured hair and blue eyes. Because he is the head of the fashion part of "The Times" I also get quite happy when he admires my taste of fashion. I actually just pick something random from the wardrobe! That's not anything I'm gonna tell him any time soon!

After that my thoughts seemed to be everywhere else but work and I finally got myself to start. I began to scavenge through the pile of content that the papers contained. This is gonna be a loooong day at work I think for myself and sigh heavily.