I lean back in my chair after checking the time
" Finally it's break." I put my hands on my face and take a deep breath. I love this job I worked hard for it actually no I worked my ass off to get it. I'm an art curator/ journalist so I do a lot of work from collecting the art pieces down to interviewing the artist. I had enough days saved up since I never take a day off unless I'm sick. So I requested the whole month off and I'm going to the Middle East.
Someone knocks on the window of my office
"Come in." I should have looked to see who it was but I'm just ready for this day to be over.
The door opens and it's my best friend Amber.
" Vacation didn't even start and you're already slacking." She says playfully
"Girl, I'm ready for the damn day to be over. But the question is are you girls ready?" Some of my other friends are going to join me on this trip but only for a week. Sadly, I'll be staying for the whole month to completely unwind.
" hell yeah, I'm ready to party it up in Dubai. Maybe I can snag myself a rich husband." I chuckle at her statement. She's been saying this for years about how all she needs is a rich loving husband and she won't have to work anymore. I don't blame here but I think I would go crazy not working and just being at home all day doing nothing
"Man, I wish you guys could stay longer ugh." I pout
"Shit I do too no offense to this place, but anywhere, but here is where I want to be. It's the summer I should be shaking my ass on a yacht yet I'm here at work." She plops down in one of my chairs against the wall, letting out an annoyed sigh
"You better enjoy yourself when we leave too and don't forget to fill me in on all the details." She says in a warning tone
" I will I will I'll take lots of pictures too." We talked for a little while after but eventually break was over and we needed to get back to work I pulled a granola bar out from the desk and munched on that.
As soon as the day was over I made sure to close everything down and rush home to finish packing. After all, my plane leaves tomorrow and I'll be damned if I miss it.
YOU ARE READING
Bahlam Feeki
RomanceJamila Barlowe, A young art curator embarks on her journey across the Middle East. Walking into something that was bound to happen sooner or later is this what they call fate or just bad luck only time will tell .....
