The Portum (Undergoing Rewrite)

Part Ten

I checked my watch. It was 12:30, if I remembered right, my mother had a meeting at 12:45. It would take me about five/ten minutes to get there; I should have enough time.

Gasping, I unlocked the door again and walked back in, heading towards my mother's room.

The fingerprint scanner let me inside. The room seemed cosy and still professional. With the gorgeous king bed in the centre of the back wall, white glass-like drawers, desks and cupboards decorated the room, with a fluffy rug in the middle.

To one side stood an enormous walk in wardrobe. Grinning, I walked over to it and opened it up. This was the place where my mother kept all her clothes, my father kept his in the drawers.

Smart suits, blouses and elegant dresses filled the racks. I wandered over to a suit that was an elegant shade of blue, with matching blazer and skirt. I glanced over at a white blouse and grabbed it, tossing the hanger aside. Then I grabbed the suit that I thought would match; it was similar to my school uniform.

I quickly got changed, making sure to button up the blazer in order to look smart and elegant like my mother.

I grabbed a pair of heels from the shelf above the suit rack, flats would make it impossible for people to believe I was my mother.

I slipped the heels on, taking a few moments to get used to walking in them.

Then I walked out and wandered over to my mother's dressing table and vanity.

I sat down at the elegant oak stool that was painted white. Facing the mirror, I grabbed an eyeshadow brush and did my makeup like my mother. Glancing at the mirror; I almost did a double-take. The likeliness was uncanny, apart from the fact that my mother rarely had her hair down.

I grabbed a foam donut from the desk drawer and made my hair into a bun, leaving a few strands falling down the sides of my face, often like my mother would during special occasions.

I glanced back at the mirror before realising I was missing something important. My mother's red glasses that she always wore.

Panicking, I searched the desk, before sighing in relief when I found her spare pair. Putting them on, I double checked everything, glancing at my reflection I looked like an identical twin of my mother, or even a doppelgänger.

Standing up, I smoothed out my skirt as my mother would do. I quickly wandered back into the wardrobe and grabbed a clutch bag.

Almost tripping over in the heels, I managed to gain my balance, barely.

I walked, trying to seem casual and use the similar elegant posture that my mother had. I was always clumsy like my father, the thought of the comparison made me laugh.

I headed for the tunnel before pausing, remembering my mother would never be seen walking through the tunnels. She always took the underground bullet trains, typical. Either I had to find my mother's id, which she probably had on her, or find a train pass.

I blinked, before remembering my mother always kept a spare train pass in her bags. I opened the small latch on the clutch and looked through it. Bingo! The pass sat in a card pocket, I pulled it out and walked, careful to keep my posture elegant like my mother. However difficult it was, I had to pull this off, for my father's sake, I had to know more about the investigation.

After weaving through crowds in the packed streets, I ended up at the station, I approached the nearest train. The scanner on the door handle lit up, I slid the pass under it, and it buzzed for a moment, scanning it. Then the door swung inwards, opening for me to get inside. Slipping the pass back into the clutch, I stepped onto the train.

I found a seat at the back corner of the train, I sat down on the reclining leather seat. Waiting for the train to leave. A few seconds later, the seat belt button flickered green, signalling for me to buckle up, I did so. And a few moments later the train jolted, riding the hidden tracks way beneath the rest of the Portum.

After about a minute the screen at the front of the carriage flicked to life, showing it was the right stop for me, The Tower shone in illuminated letters. Hastily I unclipped the belt and stood up, ensuring I didn't trip in the dreadful heels.

I stepped out of the train, clutching my bag tightly as I glanced up at the Tower, which was a few steps away from the train-station.

I took a few deep breaths and composed myself, heading for the building. I walked through the doors into the posh lobby, as always it continued to shock me at the exquisiteness of everything; before hastily reminding myself that I supposed to act like my mother, who walked through here every day.

I headed straight for the lift, knowing my mother would never speak to the receptionist. I pressed the lift button and waited a few moments for the doors to open, I walked inside, before clicking the floor button.

The lift doors smoothly closed. A few moments later the doors opened, I walked confidently, knowing I would be able to do this. Checking my watch I saw that my mother would be in her meeting right now, so I had about an hour to check her computer.

I headed for her office, before pausing outside it. An office door opened behind me, glancing over my shoulder I saw a person step out, it was a small woman with a frizzy head of brown curls, she locked the door behind her and hurried off, not even bothering to acknowledge me.

I sighed in relief and used the fingerprint scanner, the door opened and I slipped inside, closing it behind me.