False Pretenses

Chapter 9

(A/N): Finally some Calum! Also, this is very unedited so bear with me hehe.

Song: Wait on Me - Rixton

Completely ignoring the high possibility that Calum Hood, who was most probably the guy I met in Flyden was my boss, I kept on working.

"Let's see what you got." I murmured as I started going through Cosmopolitan's recent issue.

I had come home earlier than expected and had been working on the damn report thing for the past two hours. Or had it been three already?

Whatever.

I was almost done but I was starting to get a headache.

Out of curiosity, I checked my ticket again. The flight was scheduled to take off at 9PM the next day. I had to pack beforehand because my oh so lovely boss had gotten me work to do.

I'll be busting my asś while he would probably be sipping some expensive scotch or some shít while laying on his obviously over priced recliner as he tanned himself in the sub.

Prick.

There was still a question in my mind. And it was pretty genuine if I say so myself. I mean, these billionaires, millionaires, something-naires had all these shiny toys like private jets and big asś villas. So why weren't we going in a private jet?

But we were still travelling first class so that was a pro. Hey, I wasn't complaining, a'ight?

Now, Zurich.

Oh pretty Zurich.

Hmm. Zurich was a sight to see. It was so pretty. Oh and not to mention cold. I had done a research so I could pack accordingly. But it could also get warm.

Getting bored, I got up and basically ripped my closet apart. I packed a few blouses with a couple of jeans. I also kept two jackets. Better to take precaution rather than risk.

All the necessities were bundled up and were laying readily in one of my bags.

Two standard bags with a very, very mandatory handbag.

I was all set. Now the question was, do I carry my bags with me? To work tomorrow? Or come back home and then go the airport?

I wasn't taking the chance of getting locked up again. Nope. Not happening. And then getting late. Just no.

I was going to prove my worth. I had to prove that I took my work seriously.

Work aside, I had friends too. And they needed to be kept updated about my whereabouts.

I dialled Nora to let her know about my trip to Zurich. I tried calling Gustavo too but my Italian friend had his phone switched off.

She picked up on the third ring.

"Girl! Sup?" She greeted.

"Girl! Sup?" I mimicked.

"Stop right there. Gus did the same thing. Not you too." She must be rolling her eyes. I knew her.

"Oh? He did? Hey, where is he? I tried calling him but his phone is switched off."

"Last time I called, he was coming home from work." She said unsurely.

"Hmm. Strange. Oh! I have something to tell you!" I remembered my actual purpose of calling her.

"Whatcha waitin for?"