Part 1 The day it all began
I was crossing the road to the busy street off to work at seven-thirty in the morning. My daily routine was getting me bored and was almost convinced of changing my job. I worked as a journalist/photographer at a news printing press and lately, we were having the same type of stories which started with the title BORING. I met Lylah as I was waiting for the lift to arrive.
"Morning Luka. How are you today?" She asked shyly with that vibrant smile of hers.
"Morning dear. All the better for seeing your smile," I said hoping I would get her attention.
She giggled and pressed level two on the lift which is for the editing press offices. I pressed level 5 and walked next to Lylah watching the door close.
"Care for a drink after our shift?" I asked her nervously hoping she would accept my offer this time.
"Yeah, thanks Luka but I'd rather go to sleep after work. I have been working for days and nights and I am missing my bed a lot," she told me gazing at her dress trying to avoid eye contact.
"Next time then," I said as I gaped at her face momentarily.
We have been friends for a very long time and unfortunately, she friend-zoned me. She is a super cheerful person, energetic, innocent and cute but shies away from men. It was her twenty-sixth birthday recently and I never remember her being with anyone. My eyes followed her as she was leaving the lift.
"Good day, Lylah," I shouted out before the door closed.
I sighed and then turned to face the mirror. A well-toned guy like me still does not convince her for a date. I fixed my short brown hair and ran my fingers against my beard, checking if I managed to shorten it all in one size the previous day, then seconds later I heard the lift door open.
I walked through the corridor and into my office. I placed the suitcase on the table and started to unlock it to take out the usual stuff I needed for the day on the table.
Rrrrinnnggg rrrrinngggg.
"oh no, not while I am still settling down," I spoke to myself. "Hello. The daily news printing press, Luka speaking how may I help?"
I waited for a while to hear a voice from the other side of the line and then hung up. This was the fifth day that I was receiving calls like this. No one answerers. I would hear someone breathing heavily but they don't respond. I sat down at the table and phoned our helper Linda to bring me coffee and switched on the laptop.
"Morning sir, how are you today?" She asked with a big grin on her face.
"Morning Linda, I'm fine. Thanks for the coffee. Have a good day," I said still typing on the laptop hoping she would stop looking at me like I'm her whore.
She was obsessed with me, unlike Lylah. If only she was her. Linda kept staring at me then I looked up at her raising my eyebrows.
"Is there something you want from me, Linda?" I asked hoping she would leave.
She shook her head and then turned to exit the office. I rolled my eyes and looked back on the screen.
"You smell good," she said popping in her head again, gazing back at me.
She was too intimidating for me not to scream at her from within myself. I took a deep breath to keep the negative energy from releasing itself.
"Not for you Linda," I said back to make her go away.
I kept looking at the screen avoiding eye contact but I could feel that she now left for good. I rolled my eyes, feeling relieved she was gone.
Simon Cowell the X factor Judge is to be interviewed on the twenty-eight of June on the Ellen DeGeneres show. Bla Bla Bla
Katy Perry is having her first child with her Fiancée Orlando Bloom at the end of August. Bla Bla Bla Bla Bla
"Good afternoon Luka," a very low toned familiar voice said as I was typing.
That must be my boss I thought so I lifted my head towards his tall figure and fixed my tie and posture.
He was standing very straight eyeing me with his blue eyes for a few seconds. His dark-skinned, shaved head was shining from the unnatural lighting in my office, making him look extra clean.
"Good afternoon Sir Malcolm. How are you?" I asked now standing up.
This is the other guy that makes me feel intimidated when he is even ten meters away from me considering he always wanted everything spotless, on time and accurate.
"I need you to go check this out and bring me a good story," he said sharply, not wasting time with long conversations.
He handed me a paper with a photo. I kept staring at it hoping to understand what it was.
"There is the address on the back," he said as he closed the door behind him.
I looked at him disappear behind the door and gazed back at the paper.