intoxicated

Every time I walk to this door I feel like something isn’t right, but this feeling has become so normal that it doesn’t bother me anymore . The same sensation again and again every time I'm back to my apartment, a fragrance of luxury, weird. My apartment has nothing luxurious, but after a long day of work, it doesn't matter. I clearly just want to eat and sleep. I have some work to finish. Working as a stylist assistant at an agency resulted in me being overworked. To be honest, I don't even have the energy to take a shower. I turned in my bed, still asleep. I have no desire to set foot outside! And for one reason, bad weather! I love the rain, but only when it hits my bedroom window and cradles me. I think it was around 8pm want I fall asleep , but what I’m sure my alarm did do his job! I checked at the time on my phone which indicates : 7h32 ! I get out of bed and go to the shower while calculating the time it will take Despite my efforts, I will still be late, since my car is being repaired and the bus has already passed! A little accident happened weeks ago, and no, I am not a bad driver, just a beginner …. And it wasn’t my fault , this man was driving way too close behind me! I hate that ! Because I know that Nola will kill me... All I have to do now is tell her that I will be late for the shoot. It's absolutely not my day: I'm frozen and soaked! The only thing I want is to be able to go home and find my bed. 8:30 am ✉️ Me : hey Nono, I will be late… ✉️ Nola : Girl are serious …. I really don’t have the necessary strength to support Jessy alone. ✉️ Me: sorry baby . ✉️ Me: I’ll make up too you promise! ✉️ Nola: pick up some coffee on your way! ✉️ Me:Yes ma'm . After a little stop at the nearest cafe, I finally arrived at the location . Jessy : Look who is here I ignored what she said . Me: your favorite ... I handed her matcha latte. Jessy isn’t a mean girl , her music promotion got stress . Nola : The commercial shooting went well. Let’s head to the agency. We have a meeting with a potential client tonight. We should prepare ourselves for this. But first lunch . 6.30pm I love this part of my job when I can occasionally wear those expensive clothes, shoes and accessories. I opted for a full denim look jacket and skirt with high heel boots . Nola went for a little black dress, grey blazer and heels. 8:30pm This has to be the fanciest restaurant I have been to. A waiter guides us to our table where the meeting is . Nola : Pacom Larson , aka the most-.... how to say…he has a cold heart, so just agrees with whatever he says! Me: I don’t believe it ! He looks way too good to be that bad ! Nola : girl David Milton is more enjoyable. Me : and who is he? Nola: his assistant. Let’s go . She locked her arms with me and walked us to them . Nola: M.Larson , M.Hilton ; nice to meet you. I’m Nola Blaise and this is Danae Keritho ,my assistant . I was too stunned for a few seconds by their beautiful to speak, but when I shook hands with Pacom Larson , my heart rated a beat This smell is familiar to me, strangely the same as the one that for months invaded my apartment, strange enough to take the words out of my mouth. I was mute and completely elsewhere during this meeting. Something about him was familiar, but his stare .. is like the lights were turned off and he was still able to see me…. M.Larson:is the food not your taste? He was looking at me. I thought I could answer but he didn't even let a sound out of my mouth that he had already ordered another dish. He is different from the description that Nola gave me of him. My opinion doesn’t matter. It didn’t take long before I had fresh tagliatelle pasta and Grana Padano cheese. I love tagliatelle pasta ! But again, I didn’t have the time to thank him. The conversation resumed. M.Milton : we would like you to work with us, we have a girl group we want to debut.... I excuse myself before using the restroom I don’t know why, but this meeting made me nauseous . I should send a message to Nola . Nola: Thank you for your time. We look forward to working with you. M.Larson and M.Milton left the table , leaving free field for me to make my reappearance. Me: I'm sorry , i feel weird . Nola: You know what makes you feel better? A good night's sleep. I'll drop you home baby. I don't know where I would be if I hadn't met Nola . She has been taking care of me regarding our different social status. She comes from a wealthy family, unlike me . I have both my parents , but it's like I'm an orphan. They aren't part of my life. For a longtime, I felt like a failure they had tried to hide. I was scared of life, and I didn't know what to do with my future. Everything changed when I met Nola. At that time, we were looking for an apartment . We both wanted the same apartment. We concluded that we could cohabit together rather than put sticks in the wheels. No surprise that I found the usual smell in my apartment. Nothing changed . That's what I said to myself as I took off my shoes. It's probably the exhaustion that made me not pay attention to the bag of medicine and this bottle of water on my coffee table, but what's not going under my radar is that voice. ? :You should at least lock the door and turn on the light.