Chapter 7 Hungover

• Rachel's POV
• I woke up with a massive headache and a huge hole in my memory.
• I had no idea how I got to the bed.
• Or when.
• It was all a huge blur.
• All I could remember was that I had an interview yesterday in the afternoon and that it was a disaster.
• I had no idea how they knew about what happened in my former company, but it was obvious they knew it all.
• Well they knew what Mr. Dickson told them at least. But they didn't want to hear even a word of my side of the story.
• But right now it was too early to think about those things.
• And my head protested as it was, without me trying to understand some assholes.
• I moved to the kitchen to get myself a cup of coffee and prayed it would help me with my headache.
• Once I finally sat down with coffee in front of me, it didn't even smell right to me anymore.
• I was just thinking where I'd put my painkillers when I heard a door being opened down the hall.
• "Long night roomie?"
• Well of course it was Mason who else could it be since we lived alone in this house.
• But why in the hell was he shouting?
• First of all it was pretty early in the morning for a sunday. And second, myhead was killing me!
• "Can you please not shout?"
• He just chuckled at my question and I turned back to the counter.
• I think I should at least try drinking my coffee.
• It might get better after the first sip.
• Suddenly two pills were dropped in front of me and a glass of water followed soon after.
• I lifted my head to find Mason standing in front of me with a soft smile firmly on his face.
• I wanted to ask him why he was so kind to me but I didn' get a chance.
• Let's blame my slowness on the fact I was hungover right now.
• Damn you tequila, I thought we were friends.
• "Take those and go back to bed for a few more hours. And I promise to not be a prick today. But tomorrow when you're back to nirmal all bets are off."
• With those words he went back to his room and I was left alone in the kitchen thinking to myself in what universe did I wake up?
• I shook those thoughts away and took both pills that Mason brought me and after a few minutes I finally felt like I could drink the coffee without throwing up.
• I made sure to clean after myself and started preparing for lunch.
• I know it's early to do so at 10am, but I wanted to make a homemade soup and some roast with vegetables and potatoes.
• And those things needed a few hours to be done.
• After I was done and everything was cooking or baking I went to my kitchen to retrieve my laptop and got comfortable in the living room.
• I started sending out my CV to any company I could remember.
• I wasn't going down without a fight.
• I needed to find a job.
• But also I had to find out what that asshole of my former boss did. How could every person in London know about things happening in that company?
• It was supposed to be private knowledge.
• But to me it looked like they were going against workers rights in this case.
• Time to get to the bottom of this stinky issue.
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• I think I did what I could.
• I've sent a job application to at least 50 companies in London.
• But I also had to be careful that the company wasn't too far from where I was looking for apartments.
• A beeping sound disrupted my thoughts.
• Right!
• Lunch!
• I left my laptop in the living room and went to prepare everything in the kitchen.
• Once I set the table I went in search of Mason.
• The last I saw him he went into his room, but I was also completely lost in my work so I could overlook him passing by me. Who knows.
• But it looked like me and good luck were finally getting along again.
• For now.
• Mason was in his room typing away furiously.
• I knocked even though his door was open, after all I didn't want to scare him.
• "Hey Mason. Would you join me for lunch maybe? I made enough for both of us?"
• He stopped in his work and slowly turned to look at me.
• "Do you think I can't cook?"
• I was shocked.
• Like what the fuck?
• "Uhm no. I actually know you are a pretty good cook. I just wanted to say thank you for this morning."
• He looked at me with a bored expression on his face.
• "What? Because I brought you some pain killers, you suddenly want to be friends? Should we also gossip after dinner? Share secrets? Braid each other's hair? No thank you. I'll pass."
• I was just standing there and staring like an idiot.
• "You know what? Forgot I asked you? And by the way go to hell. I was trying to be nice so it would be easier for us to coexist but it seems like you can't get your head out of your ass. Idot!"
• With those words I stomped away back into the kitchen.
• But just at the last second I heard him say:
• "Thank you for the compliment. But you are not the first person to tell me that."
• I swear a bit of bitterness could be heard in his words.
• But I was too pissed to give it any thought. I just wanted to prepare some lunch for myself and eat it in the quiet of my room.
• What an idiot.
• And here I was trying just to be nice.
• Never again.
• That's for sure.