71 Mystery Man... (1/2)

Since that night of confrontation, America never left her unit for once, doesn't answer any calls nor messages whether it is work related or from her friends, doesn't want to talk to anyone. She was trying to induce herself into a deep sleep hoping that it will help her reduce the pain she had.

It's been the seventh day of her so-called hibernation when her phone reminded her that she already receive a hundred plus voice messages and text messages.

”Do you want to delete your voice messages? Press one for yes and two to play voice messages.”

America was thinking if she should press one or to listen to her ranting workmates and boss for being absent for a week.

”America if you want to destroy your name, do it by your own. Don't drag my company with you bitch!”

”Hey A! You there? I'm sorry but I took half of your clients. They are all mad at you for not answering their calls. Sorry girl!”

”Miss Reyes! This is so unprofessional! If you don't want to continue working with us! Just say it! Don't make us die waiting for you to come back!”

And so on. Messages from her workmates whose informing her that they took her projects, clients ranting for her unprofessionalism, her boss bad-mouthing her rang into her ears. But only one voice call got her attention.

”America! Remove me as your immediate guardian! We are not related at all! And try answering you dumb phone. People are asking you from me! And I don't care the hell happen to you!”

That's it. That's her end point. She was throwing everything on her sight. Breaking everything that is near her. Until…

”So this is what you are doing?”

”What are doing here!” She asked.

The man who was leaning on the wall puffed up a cigarette and lighted it using his portable lighter. The lighter he used has the initials of 'AR' stands for her name.

”Do you think a door can stop me to see you? You have to be kidding me?”