Seira
I delivered C.W's coffee with ease and this time with no wild animals distracting me from my quest.
Miraculously, I got lucky getting C.W an espresso. And now thankfully, she isn't espresso her anger but espresso a sigh of satisfaction.
Guess what else I have been lucky with? C.W gave me the privilege to attend a meeting as her substitute and listen to the customer's demands and requests for a commercial.
Her reason? Well...
"Don't you think it's a nice day to frolic in the beach? The sun's just right and there's nothing else to do?" C.W nonchalantly said while sipping her espresso facing the windows.
My face twisted in confusion. "I guess it is? B-but I thought you have a music video to work on ma'am?"
"Hmm, that? The singer that was supposed to be filming for the music video went MIA and his manager had to postpone until further notice."
"Oh and because of that you are suggesting we go to the beach ma'am?" I hopefully asked.
Her eyebrow rose and she look like she has an itch on her face.
I smiled.
She burst into laughter. "You think we'll be going to the beach today?"
I opened my mouth to reply but she stopped me midway with her hand.
"No, don't answer that. I'm sorry I laughed," she apologized while suppressing her chortles that make me think she's not sorry otherwise.
"I will be going to the beach, and you will be attending a meeting with a new client in my stead."
Fireworks seem to be bursting out of my eyes in excitement but C.W had to ruin it with a P.S.
She pointed a finger at me, "You might be going but because you are not me," she paused. "You will only be sitting in the corner quietly because someone from our company will be going with you and she will be doing the talking and the boss' son will also be present in this meeting so you have to be on your best behavior, understood?"
I had no choice but to nod in submission.
"Good. The meeting starts in an hour."
My jaw dropped. "An hour? But I'm not dressed for a meeting?"
"Do you expect me to be the boss in one of those movies that acts like a fairy Godmother? Nope, that's your problem," C.W sarcastically replied.
Well, that's just reassuring.
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Scott
Who knew that I was going to be in trouble because I value cleanliness?
"Scott, you know I can hear your mumbling and don't exaggerate things. You're in trouble because you did not get your ass at work this morning," Ms. Chang proceeded to lecture me on our way to Conway's.
Ms. Chang, the short, chubby, snobby, and mean woman my dad hired as my manager originally came from Shanghai. She handles my schedule and everything else that concerns me-I'm like her very own The Sims avatar.
"Why do I have to go with you? Just tell them I got poisoned or something."
She snorted, "Only you would be stupid enough to believe that."
I fished my phone out of my pocket.
"No more playing Minecart," she snatched my phone out of my hands and shoved it inside her bag.
I gasped exasperatedly, "Minecraft! Not Minecart!!"
"I don't care," she glanced out the window. "Behave yourself, we have arrived."
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Leo
What could my father want this time? He never calls for me in his office unless there's an emergency situation.
Stomping my way to the elevator, I earned some curious glances from the workers-disturbed from the noise my shoes are making.
I pressed the 30th floor button-the highest floor in the building and the dumbest floor to have as an office. Earthquakes come and by you know, and it's never a joke.
When this building was new, I advised my dad to stay in the first and second floors, but oh no, he thought the highest floor would be the perfect place to house a CEO.
When I'm going to be the next CEO of this company-which I know I will because...hardwork-I will be moving my office in the second floor where it is safe and practical.
The elevator doors opened and in a second I confronted my father-gently, "What was so important that you had to pull me out before my meeting started?"
My father swung his office chair-one that looked like he really invested massive money into it because of its flawless pivoting-and crossed his legs on top of his desk.
"I just want to ask my son how he is doing."
Yeah, right. "Cut to the chase dad, I know you're a man of business. You don't like being in circles."
Boisterously, he let out a laugh quite similar to a donkey.
"I did do a good job in raising you. What a difficult feat it was," he adjusted his glasses. "What is this news that I have heard with Calvin's youngest daughter working in my company?"
I pursed my lips. "Yeah, I gave her an internship. What about it?"
"No reason, I mean that's nice and all what you're doing for her-"
"She's my best friend dad, always have been and...always will be," my voice trailed off.
He took off his glasses rather forcefully, "Don't tell me you like this..." he paused. "Girl."
"What is that supposed to mean," I defended.
My father slammed his hand on the table, "I thought you are thinking about the future of our company. I told you that you being with Georgia will be very profitable and convenient to us because she will inherit Calvin's company but no, apparently mooning over that wretch is more--."
"Don't you ever, call Seira a wretch! She's done nothing to deserve your insult," I yelled at him, feeling my blood boil instantly with his unreasonable comment. "And your old views about business and relationships are exhausting me to bits. Until you actually want to talk to me about business, feel free to call for me again, then I'll talk to you."
I turned my back to him and headed for the door.
"I'm sorry," he sighed and I stopped in my tracks.
"I just don't want you concerning yourself with her."
I narrowed my eyes and faced him, "Dad, we've known this girl for years and I get that you think she's lazy and has no ambitions yet in her life whatsoever but that is no excuse to insult her like that. You know she's a sweet girl and she's already been through a lot. Please just let--."
"She's not Calvin's daughter."