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“Good morning, dear, and Mr. Xander wants to see you before you go into your office.” My heart stopped. What did I do?
“Do you know why?” I asked her, fear strong in my voice. Not even the fear of seeing him but the fear of the reason he wanted to see me.
“No, but it seems like it’s an urgent matter,” she stated.
I ran down the hall to his office, slightly knocked and entered. “Good morning, Mr. Xander,” I said. “I was told you wanted to see me?”
“Good morning, Ms. Willis, and yes. Go over my schedule today, please,” he spoke chirpily.
“You only have three things scheduled for today; signing off on the payroll, presenting your opening speech for the museum, and a press conference.”
“Sounds good,” he said and went to grab peanuts from his snack drawer.
“Is that all you called me for, sir?”
“Yes,” he spoke sharply, and I left.
I called HR, asking them to send the payroll by 12, giving Mr. Xander enough time to sign off and send it back to accounts before 2. In my short time here, I’ve picked up on a few things and done a lot of research.
My phone rang. It was Abigail.
“Hey girl,” Abigail said as I answered the phone “what’s up?”
“I’m here at work. Are you going to stop by school today?”
“Yes, you?”
“Yes, I wanted to. What time are you going?”
“I’m going at 12:30, and remember we’re going clubbing tonight,” she squealed in excitement.
“Yes, I remember,” I chuckled, “and 12:30, got it.”
“How are you doing, Z?” I haven’t been asked that question in so long that hearing it actually made me think. I knew the answer, but did I want to get in depth over the phone? Definitely not.
“I’m doing okay, just tired and wanting to get this internship over with.” I chuckled.
“Azzaria.” She sighed. “What’s wrong?”
“Huh?”
“I know you. We don’t talk as much, but I know you. We’re bestfriends. We don’t have to talk about it right now, but I’m here for you. You know that, right?”
That’s just what I needed. I needed this reassurance, especially today. “I know.”
“I’m glad you do, and I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Suddenly, life felt better this way, or maybe it was because as days passed, everything I thought was important, simply wasn’t.
Dillon
Today was short, and thank God; I wanted to stop by my club. I had this bad habit of attending to my businesses every other month and I needed to be more present or whatever Arnoldo tells me in meetings.
Opening a bar and sex club in this city wasn’t only smart business but it was just fitting. People tend to underestimate the number of weird shit that happens in New York City.
“Sir?” Azzarria said as she walked into the office.
