CHAPTER 1 :
The outsides of the Warhol Apartments were sceptical. There was more traffic than usual. People were running as if they had lost a very precious part of their lives.
I was watching everything from the window. Me, Cloe Langston. I had been entirely caught up in work during the past couple of weeks and didn't get the time to Observe the surroundings.
'One cup of tea, please.' I ordered Teresa, a girl ( who used to work for me ) at my house. She'd been working for years and had built enough trust in my heart.
'Will you have sugar in your tea today, Cloe?' asked Teresa.
I wasn't habitual of taking sugar too much, so that was an everyday question of Teresa from me in case I changed my mind about sugar.
It was a dull evening. I had to work too much on my schedule. It was different but not difficult.
I have been receiving a lot of calls from Jennifer recently. I didn't wanna talk to her. It was a little too hard for me if I'd call my PAST friend and tell her why I was never too satisfied with our friendship. She was now a forgotten side of my memory.
After having some hot sips, the tea now got cold and I ordered Teresa again to keep it back.
To remind you of Teresa, she was just a good family worker. She never married and would never intend to either, so I thought it would be a good option if I'd keep trusting her for a good NO WORK life….
Night lights shone so early today. I hadn't even finished my work when I was ordered to sleep. That order was not from someone else but from my mother, via a text message.
She would always remind me of my childhood routine. When I looked at the time, it was just 9:30. I sent a sleeping emoji to my mom, to let her know that I was about to sleep although she knew I always lie to her but I couldn't just break her heart and tell her that I hate her way of treating me like a child and always instructing me to do this and that.
I wasn't bothered by her text message but it was a habit for me. Like the habit of taking less sugar or NO sugar sometimes.