Chapter 3: The art of hatred.

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Maylin's POV:
It's a weekend so im home , well in my apartment to be infact.

And let's say I'm not going to enjoy my home day. Since I have to go to my other job. It's a social centre involving helping the unwanted of the society.

And then after that I go do my other job my night shift at the mall. And if your wondering why am I working all these jobs . Well I remember telling you guys about my besties and I's business well it's my turn to be the CEO. We rotate being in control of the business since it becomes fair . 4 months each.

Hence yeah it's pretty fair and if it's your turn you have to contribute a certain amount extra than the rest so since it's near I have to start working overtime in some weekend jobs . But for now my week day jobs stay the same.

Since I've had great progress with Babu. The manager has given me special access like I can start leaving early . So I can go do another job. But it's only 2 hours early and nothing more.

But I'm happy that I got something, so I was reading my magazine when my phone rang, I checked the ID and it's the one person I didn't wanna answer but I had no choice.

"Hey babe." He spoke up, guys meet my not so good boyfriend.

"So after 2 months you finally got the courage to answer my calls. That's bullshit Axel."

"Babe I'm so sorry it's just I got caught up on work." I rolled my eyes at his excuse. Axel is a model in Italy and ever since he moved there 3 months ago he completely forgot about me.

"I don't want your excuses Axel. I can't do this anymore."

"Babe no you can't break up with me."

"And why is that?"

"Babe my producer didn't allow to have contact with people since-"

"For 2 fucking months. Oh Axel I know your lying to me. You can't just not be allowed to not have any contact with people for 2 full Months. Do you think I'm freaking stupid, I'm done with you and this relationship ." Ohh if hatred was an art I'll be an artist. A professional one .

"Give me another chance."

"And why should I ."

"Because I love you." I rolled my eyes at that statement.

"Yeah me an every other girl you told that crap to."

"It's true."

"And I'm virgin Mary , so are we done with the lies."

"Let me make it up to you. I'm coming to Canada soon. And I'll take a plane to go straight to Los Angeles."

"So?"

"I'll come to see you."

"Whatever."

"Come on May give me another chance."

"I'll Think about it." I could hear him exhale. Then he said

"Is it bad If i ask for some money."

"The fuck!"

"Just 100Dollars nothing more."

"I knew you only called me for money . "

"No it's important I need a surgery." I had a bit of concern.

"What happened?"

"During modelling with this new product it fell on my toe and it's bad."

"And a hundred dollars will cover it . Are you serious."

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