The fact Cameron talked to my boss about me meant two things, one that he still thought about me and wanted to see me again. The second thing was that he probably didn't understand he couldn't talk about me a lot since his coworker was none other than my ex-boyfriend.
Just when the thought of him occurred in my mind the phone ringed.
I slid it out of my pocket to see a call from Carl.
My heart dropped, what if Cameron told him about our little holiday too?
I hesitated whether to answer or not and then at the second ring I finally answered.
"Hello?!"
"Lily, hi, I read your message. I was thinking, maybe we can have lunch together and then I will come to take my stuff."
I take a deep breath, "no, Carl. I don't want to see you, that's the reason why I will leave your stuff outside when I won't be alone."
"Oh…" a long pause in the middle. "Okay, if that makes you happy then… I will take it tomorrow morning so you will be at work."
I nodded forgetting he couldn't see me through the phone and I pressed the hang off the bottom even if I heard his voice calling me.
I Didn't care what he wanted to tell meI just wanted him and his stuff out of my life and my house forever.
I browsed through the papers, three cars were sold when I was in Las Vegas and one of the themes was a new client. Like praxis, I called him to make sure everything was right and he got all the information he needed for the car and then to tell him about the forthcoming special offers he may be interested in
That practice was efficient to push the client to buy from our company more and build a loyal relationship.
The client said he was happy with choosing us and that he wanted to subscribe to our service to learn
about the special offers in advance.
I asked him all the important information and after thanking him for his time I finally hung off.
I wondered how Cameron worked, if he had some practices he followed as well to convince his clients, to become what he was he must have applied strategies and must have worked very hard.
The door slammed hitting the wall and I joined, I immediately flinched my gaze from the computer when I saw my angry mother walking in very angrily.
"Where were you?" She asked. I tried not to roll my eyes, I forgot that ignoring her calls would only feed the fire of her anger.
"I was worried," she continued. "Since you broke up you always disappear! Even the day of the wedding and now even for days! What's happening to you, Lily?!" She screamed forgetting she was in my office and the plexiglass walls would let on her voice.
"Mom," I whispered, "quieter." I widened her eyes.
She finally sat down and scoffed noisily.
"I don't know what's going on with you." She said again shaking her head.
"Mom I am fine. I just need some time for myself. You don't have to worry."
Another scoff. "You should advise me then when you leave." She pinched the skin on her forehead, I could see she was in difficulty as if she wanted to say something but didn't know how I would react to that.
"I talked to Carl during your absence. I thought you were with him." I didn't know if I was more offended by the fact she thought I would forgive Carl for what he did or by the fact Carl didn't even tell me.
She continued as soon as she saw my forehead creasing and my disapprobation shaping my facial expression. "I know you are still suffering. I also know you don't want to forgive him. But I wanted to confront him to know why he left you."
I blinked a few times to let that information rise above me, but still, despite I knew her so well I was hurt by her decision to talk to someone else besides me, her daughter.
She cleared her voice and I swore to myself I would always answer her calls since on. I hated the direction our conversation was taking.
"Every couple has problems but You should fix things with him. Trust me you don't want to stay the rest of your life alone." She said, she always took Carl's sides and I thought it was because she deeply down liked him a lot but now I understood the reason. It was because she didn't want me to be alone. She'd rather want me to forgive and marry a cheater than not marry at all.
"Mother," I said, struggling with every inch of my rationality not to tell her off but to maintain the calm. "I deserve someone better. And the fact you think someone so despicable to cheat and humiliate me in front of our entire family is the right person for me breaks my heart. But proves what I always knew, that maybe you don't value me enough. I broke up with him because I want to put myself first and I beg you not to make me choose myself over you or my family so please don't ever ask me something like that again."
I swallowed down, the lump in my throat was so prominent that my voice broke. I had so much anger and sadness that they could fill the entire room but somehow I was even more disappointed.
Because I was sure that a mother should only want the best for her daughter. And Carl wasn't nearly close to being the best for me.