This story is about Claire Guthrie, eventually she will get superpowers, although she doesn't have any yet. Feel free to make comments. You can learn more about her at the link, but I would prefer you read first. This is an ongoing story, supported by your replies. Below is Rana, a character that will be in the story as it progresses.
Claire is sitting in her office typing away, she is almost finished updating the accounts report for the month. The door to her office opens and in comes her boss—Greg Land. Right after him comes Larry, his assistant, who quietly shut the door. By then Claire had stopped typing and was looking at them.
“Hi Greg, how can I help you?” She had a feeling he had bad news, judging by the look on his face, but just in case he was joking—she was keeping cool. Nothing had changed, everything was status quo; she hoped anyway.
“Were you drinking alcohol in the break room two nights ago?” Greg asked her. Claire's eyes lit up, she was shocked to even hear such an accusation. “Of course not--I know better than that.” she replied. Greg was was not phased, he didn't believe her. He took an Ipad that Larry was holding and showed it to her. On screen was Claire in the break room chugging a bottle of Vodka. “I didn't think you of all people would do this, but what's worse is that your lying about it.” he said.
Reasoning was useless. Despite all her claims to the contrary and her previous exemplary performance, she could not beat the damning video. In a matter of days she was out of a job—a good job. Bewildered as she was, she didn't know who to blame. She was sure she was not guilty, but how she was on camera doing dumb stuff was beyond her. Of course claims of having an evil doppelganger would not be taken seriously, but what else could she say? Anger welled up within, she knew not why or who was behind it all, but she certainly would find out.
During the alleged incident she had went to her favorite restaurant around 6pm. The incident happened at 6:15 according to camera footage, catching her double walking into the office at 6:10. With little to go on, Claire decided to call the office for any info she could get."Hello, may I speak to Larry please?" she said."
What is your call regarding?" replied the cold office lady's voice. "It's me Claire, it's about a confidential matter; is he around?" "Ohh....yes, wait just a moment." she replied.
Larry takes the call from his office with his door shut, "Hi Claire, how are you? I hope your OK...."
"I am, I wanted to know.....I know it sounds crazy but whoever you saw on camera was not me, I'm sure of it---"
"Claire? Have you sought out help? With your problem?”
“As I have said---it was not me.”
“OK. let's say it wasn't you, do you you have a twin, and if so---why would she do that to you?”
“Look.... I have no twin, I just need some information so I can get to the bottom of this. Did she say anything to anyone?”
There is a pause of silence and Claire breaks it, “I'm serious here, I don't care If you think It was me.....just tell me, please.” She was beginning to tear up, her voice starting to quiver.
“OK, I will find out for you Claire, but you have to promise me one thing in order for me to do that---get help. Promise me you will get help.”
She rolls her eyes even as the tear drops flowed, “You are my help, the sooner you tell me what my clone said the better off I am.”
Larry sighs, “Well Claire, I will check but I still suggest you get help---immediately before something bad happens to you. I'm worried about you.”
By now Claire was sobbing, “Claire, I am putting you on hold, I'm going to find out for you OK?”
Larry pushed a few buttons on his console and spoke once more into his phone. Throughout the office the intercom went off, “Michelle to the office please.” As she enters Larry's office he says “Shut the door please.” She does, “What's going on?” she says.
“You were the last person to see Claire two nights ago, right?”
“Yes, I thought I told you that.....”
“Did Claire say anything to you? Was she acting---strange?”
“Oh yeah, she said something about telling me to remind her to meet herself at IHOP at 3pm on Saturday. Weird I know.”
Larry's eyes narrowed, “Did she say which Saturday?”
“No, you don't think---”
“I don't know what to think anymore. All I know is, something is seriously wrong here, and I don't want Claire getting hurt. Do me a favor---take next Saturday off, you'll get holiday pay; but you must go to check up on Claire at IHOP. OK?”