Mafia Blood

Erna

Too bright.

Too groggy.

Ugh, Why is it so bright?

My eyes wander to the source of light and I shut them almost instantly.

What the fuck?

Who opened my curtains so damn early in the morning?

Whoever did, must have a death wish.

But right now, this light is killing me.

It is trying to penetrate my already hungover head.

Hold up.

Hungover?

Oh right.

I drank gallons last night.

But I never get drunk.

Then why..

Right

Fucking son of a bitch.

I sit up straight in my bed with a jolt. My blanket dramatically swings in front of me landing in a messy pile on my thighs.

My consciousness comes back in full swing. The events that took place last night are suddenly crystal clear in my mind.

He had the audacity to dump me, publically!

My mind starts running around in circles, trying to gauge the amount of damage my reputation sustained and also the publicity the event must have garnered. It was a high end bar, which meant it was crowded with gossip mongers and people with smartphones, ready to catch their next viral video on a camera. It will be a big cleanup. And if someone has already taken the liberty to post it online, it will be a much bigger mess.

I take a deep breath and straighten my spine, adjusting the blanket on my legs. Looking around I find my water tumbler and take a big gulp down.

Let's get to work, Erna.

Picking my laptop from the bedside table, I take a second to admire the sun pattern on it, a family crest. But remembering that I have other things to deal with first, I quickly switch it on and get to work.

Three hours later, I have cleared the CCTV footage, hacked into every single person's device who recorded the thing and wiped it clean.

Last part was the most difficult. But I had a hidden ace up my sleeve. A facial recognition system that worked in cooperation with the government population database.

And yes it is illegal. I mean obviously.

My university professor almost turned me in, to the police when I tried to submit it for my final submission and told me to destroy it. Of Course I didn't. I kept it; for personal use.

But there is one thing that keeps bugging me. There were no backup files when I hacked the Bar's security detail. It should be common for a high end bar to keep the footage in case a hacker comes across but there was no footage at all for last night.

Unless, someone took the files before me. 

Argh, I feel so tired.