"I'm—" Hindi niya naituloy ang sasabihin niya when Miss Elena suddenly spoke.
"Do you have no jobs to do?" Her voice is slightly raised but you can feel her tense up.
Now, she realized her job and what she should have done during the commotion. Parade Perez Line has a clean reputation and excellent image, Elena Perez is the heart of the company but her being like this could be the downfall of Parade Perez Line. I already verified the information in my memory and everything related to work and everything matches except Elena Perez's current state and my false memory claiming to be her.
The girl in front of me held my hand and pulled me to the elevator to the 4th floor. I just stood there staring at her. Her small round-shaped face, thin nose bridge, plumped lipline and curly lob complete with curly bangs dark brown hair makes her look like a kid but she does have an attractive dark brown hooded eye. Who is this woman?
"Okay look. This is very awkward," I started speaking as she looked back at me. "I have no idea who you are and you are pulling me to somewhere in which I also do not know where."
I complained before distancing myself from her when we entered the elevator. I stared at her once again; she is wearing a short gray turtleneck dress. Our height matches except that she's wearing silver knee-high pencil heel boots and I'm just wearing flats making her taller.
"Ako si Yummie. Bestfriend mo ako, May."
She's Yummie? The one who used to visit me regularly at the hospital? I wonder why she suddenly stopped visiting me, it sounds weird. What am I getting suspicious of again? It feels like a habit to be suspicious of everyone's actions. Must be because of this amnesia thing. I let out an exasperated sigh, I'm just starting but I'm already sighing.
"I'm sorry that I do not—" I was interrupted when she gave me tight hug.
I unconsciously raised both of my hands. I know she told me she is my best friend but it feels weird for a stranger to the 'me' now suddenly give me a hug. I have no memory of her.
"Your doctor called me, May. I already know your situation. Don’t worry, I’ll help you remember," she assured me with a smile.
Why do they always assume that I want my memory back? If I have subconsciously rewritten my memory doesn't that mean that I don't want to remember my past? I want to start anew, let the past stay in past. I will be my own version of the new May Gonzales. I was lost in thought when the elevator door opened. Yummie pulled my wrist and excitedly guided me to a desk full of pictures and pens.
"May, here's your spot. And there's mine behind you, three stalls away," Yummie instructed pointing at a desk not far away from me.
I grabbed one of the picture frames on my desk, I intently stared at it. It's a picture of me and Sebastian happily smiling. I touched Sebastian's face in the picture. I look so happy here, like genuinely in love but it's weird. I still don't feel anything. Just guilt. I shook away the thought of Sebastian. I faced Yummie and pointed to the pens inside a little pink basket on the left part of my table.
"Is all this mine?"
She nodded her head and played with her curly hair with her finger.
"Yes, you really collected all of that. I'm also not sure why you're so obsessed with pens and your seemingly limitless collection of ballpoint pens. Oh, wait, let's continue this later, May, we might get scolded again. If you have any questions, please let me know and I will get back to you as soon as possible," she answered with a sweet smile as she winked.
"Oh, okay." I sighed.
I have some memories about work and that seems to be the only accurate and useful memory I have that's why these all seem so easy to me. Thanks to this, I am able to interact with the clients who call and go to talk to me about their concerns. Piece o' cake. I didn't even notice that it was already the end of the shift. I settled the unfinished documents on top of my table and fixed my things then walked towards Yummie's stall which seemed to be very unorganized.
"Oh, you're here already," she gasped. "Just wait, I'll amend those documents here and we'll be on our way."
I impatiently took a glimpse at my watch. I hate waiting and wasting my time. Why are they so unproductive? I waited for around 10 more minutes before I finally snapped.
"Can you please hurry? I have appointments after here," I impatiently asked.
Yummie just gave a weird look then shrugged her shoulder and stood up. She grabbed her black sling bag and embraced my arms. She really acts like a kid.
"Let's go! Let's go first to Moon Cafe, like the old times!" Yummie happily requested and pulled me.
What am I? A luggage bag she conveniently pulls around? Why can't she act like her age?
"Please stop pulling me around, Yummie. I can walk on my own," I hissed.
The elevator stopped by the second floor and with surprised eyes, Miss Elena stared at me and Yummie. I raised my brows when she stood motionless. What's with her now?
"Are you going in? You're not paying us for overtime here in an elevator," I expressed my displeasure.
I felt irritated with each minute I'm wasting here and also seeing Elena Perez. She's really a beauty and I just feel pathetic thinking that I erased my memory and claimed to be Elena Perez. Pathetic. She blinked twice before mouthing sorry and going in.
"Why did you say that to Miss Elena?" Yummie whispered nervously.
I decided to ignore her. I can feel Elena and Yummie feeling awkward. Why is Elena even in the public elevator when she has her own exclusive lift for her? We heard Elena cough twice before calling out Yummie's name.
"What can I help you with, Miss?" Yummie politedly answered.
"Can you buy Vanilla Frappe at Moon Cafe?" She asked in a low tone. "Are you on your way home?"
We are not her personal assistant for her to order us around buying her whims. I looked at her and I see sadness? I let out a loud sigh which made the two of them look at me.
"With all due respect, Miss Elena but it's the end of our shift and we are going home. You have a plethora of assistance at your disposal, right? Aside from that, becoming your PA is not part of the contract we signed, so we don't have to cater to your every whim when you can do it on your own. This is not one of our responsibilities," I blatantly blurted out.
She avoided her gaze and stepped back which annoyed me more. She really looks pathetic. Not the Elena Perez I expected. I felt Yummie pinched my side and glared at me.
"I'm sorry, Miss Elena. Don't mind my friend here. She's just you know... but don't worry, I'll get it for you—"
Now, it's my turn to pull you away here. Yummie had a hard time matching my fast-paced walk. I stopped when I heard her pant and tried pulling herself away.
"May, Miss Elena may be upset! What exactly are you thinking? What's the deal with you and Miss Elena. I know you have amnesia so I'll just remind you, you're just our boss," she lectured while pouting. "You don't listen to me anymore. You're like a completely different person."
Yummie has her arms crossed while nagging at me. Okay, fine. It's my fault to be giving her an attitude but I can't help but be annoyed at her. If she terminates me because of something like that then so be it.
"Let her be. She is too stupid and whiny," I irked before entering the gloomy looking cafe.