The Accidental Detective: Finding Her Boss

Chapter 1

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Loriatte didn't know whether the universe was out to get her or if it was just her bad luck, but either way, she was fucked.

She was running late for work, again!

To make matters worse, she had already gotten yelled at by her boss the previous night on how her stories kept on getting more terrible after each one and because of her bad reviews, and I quote "the entire company is suffering because of your lazy flat ass."

Now the fact that she was late again- third day in a row mind you- was just the icing on the cake to get her fired.

Yep, she has seriously done it this time. She wouldn't be surprised if she got to her cubicle and all her things were thrown into a sad box with a big 'L' written on it.

The old man had something personal against her, because why on earth would you have beef with a twenty-three year old broke girl as a fifty-something year old married man with kids and grandkids.

A weirdo was what he was.

Exhaling softly, she stepped into the elevator and pressed the number seven, then began the ride up to 'The Gaze-Weekly' office floor, which was a fairly successful newspaper article company in the city.

The work environment however, was not the best- because racism and misogyny and whatnot- but the pay was good enough for her to stay, and as unfortunate as it sounded, she needed the money.

It was the first company to give a foreign girl like herself a chance, and she wasn't that confident in herself and her work for her to even attempt seeking employment in other companies that might pay her more or give her the recognition she worked so hard for.

Yes, Loriatte Matou was definitely settling.

The closer she got to the seventh floor, the harder she braced herself for the inevitable booming voice of her boss that would be screaming her name across the whole floor to yell at her about something that was most likely way out of her control, or something so insignificant it would have her fighting the urge to roll her eyes at him or throw him the middle finger.

He somehow always had a way of sensing when she was in the building, even when she tried her hardest to sneak in without him noticing.

The elevator doors slid open and she stepped foot onto the floor after a deep and heavy exhale to prepare herself for the worst, but she immediately sensed that something was not quite right. She stopped in her tracks when she saw that the entire floor was completely empty.

She walked further into the floor with slow steps, she looked around at all the empty booths, confusion in her eyes.

Maybe it was an office holiday she wasn't aware of?

It wouldn't be new that her boss or even her colleagues didn't inform her of a work day being cancelled.

With an indifferent shrug and the weight of being embarrassed in front of her coworkers like she was every morning off her shoulders, she headed back towards the elevator opting to order an Uber and return home, planning how she was going to spend her day by either shopping or wasting away on her couch.

Her ears picking up on a few muffled voices had her stopping in her tracks, whipping around for where the sound was coming from. Turns out she was not completely alone after all.

The voices were coming from her boss's private office that had a smoked glass door for his "privacy" or whatever the hell that meant, it was situated at the far end of the floor tucked into a corner where the glass wall showing off a view of the city below met the concrete walls coated with cream paint.