The Elevator

Research of the suspects

I'm so glad she's supporting me on this. A little sauce has soiled my hand, despite the effort I made with the napkins so I first make a stop in the bathroom to clean myself. When I walk into Nadia's room, I find her snooping through her drawers.

She's picking up a lot of boxes on her desk. Sitting in the chair and placing the open <<Rage>> on my knee, Nadia laughed for the first time today. 

Nadia: Looks like you're really into your role. You're starting to get along with these books.

Erica: They're amazing!

Nadia: For you... What can I say as everyone likes... I think I have everything I need, let's get started!

She threw me a black dress that I clumsily caught.

Nadia: What are you waiting for, wear it!

I'm changing into that, it's perfect I think. A little above the knees and in quite elegant-serious form.

Nadia: Perfect! Put those heels on, too.

I wear the uncomfortable and minimally tight shoes for me. I'm taking a look down on myself.

Erica: Now I think I look at least an adult, thank you Nadia!

Nadia: E! Wait, we're not done!

Erica: No?

Nadia: Well, no, of course not, what am I looking for all this time? Sit down.

She's pushing me off my shoulders to sit on her bed. She grabs a hair dryer and a brush, starts fixing my hair. By the time it's five and a half, she's applied make up to me, styled my hair and decorated me. I looked in the mirror, I couldn't recognize me.

I could be either eighteen or twenty-five.

Nadia: Now you're ready! You remember the instructions I gave you.

I nodded.

Nadia: Great! Good research.

Quiet so we don't wake up her dad who slept with the TV on, she shows me off. At the end she whispered to me:

Nadia: Today you're going to sleep at my place.

And closed the door directly. It's never going to change. I'm walking fast on the road she indicated to me, my calves are hurting, and I think I'm starting to gasp slightly. I quickly run into my mind the questions I have to ask to identify them.

I stumbled in my heels as I walked up a sidewalk. I'm going to have to be very careful with that. I feel exhausted from walking, I turned left on the street and this must be the restaurant. Time for action! I walk comfortably that way, just like Nadia advised me.

Things are pretty calm from what I can tell. I'm moving in, there's a lot of people here, maybe around 20. Fortunately, most people sit in groups and talk. Well, I'll start with the easy, multi-person groups first. At the same time, this will clear up a lot of people together.

Trying to keep a serious but also polite profile, I approach a mixed group.

Erica: Hello, it's Erica.

By cutting the unnecessary smiles, I extend my hand towards them. One, one introduces me.

Erica: It's nice that finally some store is organizing something for us bibliophiles.

Gregory: Sure, what did you Erica do?

Erica: I'm finishing my degree in literature, you?

Stefania: We're bankers, we work at the bank next door.

Op! They're the ones I've been looking for! I cut through my friendly smile and replace it with an understatement as a positive response.

Gregory: Basically the bibliophiles of the group are Stefania, me and Jason who hasn't come yet. The rest of them come with us to fill out the company. Did Jason really call? Is he on his way?

Stefania: No.

Gregory: Funny, he wouldn't miss that. He keeps talking to us about his collection and his obsession with books.

Stefania: This friend of ours has a huge library in his house.

Erica: Really?

Dinos: Yes, that's what he talks about all the time and how proud he is of his rare books.

Erica: Rare when you say? So they're collectibles? These must be very expensive!

Angela: No one knows, but for him they are priceless. For us, again a boring topic of discussion that we want to avoid.

Erica: I understand, it was so nice to meet you, I hope to see you again.

I spontaneously smile, breaking my character, and skillfully joining a group of eight people sitting at a table.

Erica: Good evening, it's okay if I sit here.

Sir: Of course, no problem.

I stay silent, listening to their conversation. They're talking about a book festival they attended recently. Very quickly I realize it's a club and I'm walking away, it wasn't them. On a couch sits a young man reading a book, I look at the title.

Erica: Hey, what a nice taste you have in the books. I've read this twice.

Young man: Really?

No.

Erica: Yes, I really like the way the plot is going. In fact, the way I saw you, I say as soon as I get home, I'm going to start it again for the third time.

Maybe I'm exaggerating a little.

Young: I like it a lot too, it helps me in the lessons of my school, you know because it is based on Greek culture.

I've already forgotten the title of the stupidity you're reading.

Erica: So I let you enjoy it, the end will surprise you, remember me!

I'm doing really well so far. I've found the sleeper's company right now, Mr. Jason. Now I have to check on another gentleman who was reading alone on another couch.

Erica: Excuse me, sir, do I know you from somewhere? You look a lot like a teacher I had when I was little.

Sir: No, girl, what do you think? I'm a banker, now let me read in peace.

The bell can be heard at the entrance, and Mr. Jason stands at the door.

Hello! Please vote for the chapters, you will make me very happy, those who already vote for me, or even just reading my story, I want you to know that you give me a huge amount of joy and courage to continue. Writing is my refuge. The elevator is a creation to which I have added all my love and is also my first complete book here on wattpad I hope you have as much fun as you read it as when I wrote it.

Kristiana Palli