I yawned silently as I typed profusely away on my laptop. It was almost midnight and here I was, stuck in the office. And it was a Friday night.
Oh yes, any other girl of my age would have been out with their girlfriends, most likely drunk and dancing like a lunatic at this point.
But oh no, not me. Not Christiana Mainland. I just had to be in the office, finishing updating my work and no play, I thought to myself.I leaned back on my chair and stretched.
Ah well, I thought to myself, at least I'm doing something worthwhile.
I looked at the lonely case study sitting by my laptop.
I smiled as I thought about returning home after this last update.
A nice mug of hot chocolate, Wuthering Heights and a long lie in tomorrow.
Yup, that sounded good.
I picked up the case study and skimmed through the opening summary.
There was a photograph attached to the top of the page with a paperclip.
I bit my lip.
The photo looked familiar, but I could quite place the mans rough face. He had tousled murky blonde hair, familiar dark blue eyes.
I sighed as I keyed the name into my computers search bank.
"Donnie….Jenkins…" I said the name out loud.
In seconds a file appeared on the screen.
I felt my heart stop as I read the first few lines. Donnie Jenkins.
I knew why that name was familiar.
I felt bile rise in my throat.
I'm gonna be sick, I thought, as I rushed from my chair to the nearest bathroom.