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Me
lmao. I was just gonna text and ask if you wanted to hang out tomorrow night after I get home from my internship?
Abigail Ann
Definitely, and we could even sleep over, if you want.
Me
I would love that, bye girl, love you.
Abigail Ann
Love you more, Azzy <3.
Smiling at the last message she said, I shut the phone off and turn my attention to the screen in front of me. An article about Mr. Xander popped up and I clicked it.
JUST IN: Dillon Xander, 32, of Xander Communications Limited, is set to open the first museum which host an array of artifacts. Read page 2 on the inside for more.
It must be so exhausting for him to constantly have his every move watched. My curiosity got the best of me and I started googling his name.
There were articles on his quite provocative and active lifestyle, as well as the many rumours surrounding the many women he’s done business with that the world thinks he’s sleeping with. To my surprise, they’re all slender and blonde.
Almost every step he makes is documented… this is definitely not creepy at all.
My door swung open, starling me. I quickly switched off the tab and turned my attention to the door.
“Hey,” she said and smiled.
“Hi Halley, what’s up?”
She paused and looked at me. “I’m here to see you because I missed you.”
“Oh. Good to know, but I’m busy right now. Long day and all.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m sure Dillon won’t mind if you just stop working for a few minutes, and this isn’t even a real job,” she shallowly chuckled and took a seat.
I felt the heat rushing to my face and not because I was happy, because I was pissed. “Not all of us can fuck our way to wealth; some of us have to go through college and get it the hard way.”
Her expression fell. “Why are you acting like a bitch?”
“I’m not acting like a bitch. I told you the truth, and I told you that I had a long day. The world doesn’t revolve around you,” I mumbled.
“Are you mad because I can’t hang out?”
“No, I’m going out with Abigail instead,” I harshly spoke and went to sit around my desk.
“Azzy, I—”
“Halley, don’t bother.”
“But you’re mad at me,” she whispered.
“That’s never stopped you before. The only reason you care now is because I’m going out with Abigail, and you fear being replaced even though you’re always the one replacing people,” I snapped.
“That’s not true.”
“It’s not what you want to believe, so of course it’s not true. I have work to do, so you can leave whenever you want. Have a good trip.” I walked out, leaving her alone in the office.
