My Crazy Housemate: What Makes You Happy - Chapter 297

One evening after work, Mia sat in the living room with Jeremy, Ellie and Chloe. She had gone job hunting that week and even the week before, but despite the fact that she had good grades, life was all about connection. If you didn’t have a good connection, you may rot wherever you are. Take for example, Jeremy. His grades wasn’t better than hers, but having recommendations from Mrs Wesley and Mr Hank placed him at an advantage. Chloe also, she didn’t even send out any application but got different job offers. But she had been searching for the past 2 weeks but there was still nothing. Favouritism and nepotism have taken over the world.

She had turned down Chloe’s offer to work in the mall. If she accepted it, what was then going to be her pride when she faced the King couple? She had to do it all herself and stand on her feet just like Jeremy and Chloe. Mira was going to be graduating next week and she knew it wouldn’t be difficult for her to find a job. Same goes for James. He was going ro be graduating in less than 3 months and she was certain a spot in King’s hospital was already waiting for him, courtesy of his parents. Since she had herself to rely on, she was going to make it on her own no matter what.

But today was another day to feel dejected. Nothing positive even after two weeks, but she refused to lock herself inside her room, thinking about how unlucky she was. She sat with the others and watched a movie with them. When the movie was over, Chloe switched to the news channel.

Mia wasn’t a fan of listening to the news, but she sat there anyway. Ellie was the first to doze off.

By the time the 9pm news came on, Mia sat up to look at the TV with wide eyes.

They had caught him. The loan shark who killed her father and sold his organs. The police finally caught him!

The newscaster mentioned names of the victims would not be disclosed except to their families and Mia was thankful for that. She didn’t want people to know what had happened to her father and she was sure the other families would feel the same way. It was not something to be proud of. And the last thing she needed, was pity because that was probably going to throw her into a more depressive state.

“Wow! People are so heartless. I cannot believe something like this has been going on in this country.” Jeremy said in shock.

“I feel bad for the victims. What would their families do? This is so inhumane and I hope he rots in jail with every of his accomplice.” Chloe added as she watched in horror.

Chloe and Jeremy looked at Mia who stood up immediately and hurried to her room. It didn’t take long before she came out with her purse and was heading towards the door.

“Is everything alright?”

“Where are you going to by this time of the night?”

Chloe and Jeremy asked at the same time but she had already opened the door.

“I’ll be back.” She said before she disappeared.

She got to the police station a few minutes to 10 in the nught and met quite a crowd of wailing people outside, trying to get in but they were all refused entry because of the number of people.

Men, women, young and old people. They were all there demanding answers to their questions and wanting to see the man who had killed their loved ones. Husbands, wives, mothers, father, children and even grandchildren.

The sight made Mia to weep. Mia knew the man wasn’t in the police station at the moment. They must have taken him somewhere else before releasing the news to the public. If the man was inside and the police allowed those people inside the station, Mia was sure the man would be dead before she even got inside.

She wanted to be sure justice would be served and he would rot in jail with hard labour. Because a quick death would be too merciful.

She didn’t know when morning came. She just found herself hurdled in one corner while hugging herself. Her face was probably very puffy from all the tears she shed the previous night.

The crowd had reduced by morning. Along the line, a lot of people returned home last night but she knew it wasn’t going to end anytime soon.

She stood up with wobbly feet and walked to the entrance of the police station. The place was still blocked from entry but she refused to return home. Maybe a part of her wanted to hear the man directly say her father was alive somewhere and the journal the police found the other time was fake.

She looked back when a line of three black cars stopped beside her in front of the police station. A man got down from the passenger’s seat from the car in the middle and opened the back door for a middle aged man who was wearing a black suit. His gaze looked cold as he approached the police station and he was immediately allowed inside with another man following closely behind him.

Seeing this, Mia followed. She hoped to catch up before the place would be blocked again but unfortunately for her, she was held back.

“Why can’t I go in? Didn’t that man go in just now?” Mia asked, her voice filled with anger and frustration.

“I’m sorry miss, but you cannot go in for now.”

“But you just allowed him in! I demand answers too!”

The man who had just entered turned around to look at the commotion behind him.

“Miss..” He called, looking directly at Mia.

Mia calmed down to listen to him.

“We apologize for this, but if we let you in, others would also want to go in. So let me know your questions and I’ll see if I have answers to them.”

Mia looked around, there were still some people waiting to get in. There was no doubt that if she went in, others would follow.

“Who… are you?” She asked the man respectfully. She had to know who he was before asking me anything.

He took out a card from his inner pocket and handed it over to her, she looked at it and saw the name “Solomon Van, High Commissioner for Human Right.”

She looked up at the man’s face. He was looking at her with sympathy and something else she could not place.

Solomon Van. Why did his name sound so familiar.

“By chance… have we met before?” He was the first to ask which meant they really must have met before since his name sounded familiar.

“I… don’t remember.”

“What is your name?” He asked.

“Mia. Mia Lucas.”

“Lucas? By chance… are you a relative of Mr Joe Lucas?”