For The Last One Hundred Days || FreenBecky [Completed]

Chapter 5: Job Offer

10 years ago.

"After ten years, I want to become an actress, Becky. How about you?" Freen asked me while she was busy writing in her notes.

"I want to become a model," I said and continued to draw in my sketchbook.

"Then we will work together. I will be a model then." She genuinely smiled at me before looking at my sketchbook.

We were inside my room, and she was busy with her assignment from a while ago. Freen was years older than me. After ten years, she was already a graduate student while I was still in college.

"Have some snacks first." Mom came in with a tray of snacks in her hand. She put the food beside us, and Freen excitedly dug in.

"Your mom always makes delicious cookies. May I know the recipe, Khun?" Freen asked, and Mom laughed, gently pinching her cheeks.

"You two are adorable. When you grow up, I'll teach you how to make these." Mom smiled.

"That's a promise?"

My mom nodded, and after a few minutes, she left the room.

"Becky, how is it like to have supportive parents?"

My eyebrows furrowed at her question.

"Why? Do your parents always object to your decisions?"

"It's not that. They always tell me to do what I want, but the problem is, I always do it alone. They give me money, but they can't give me their time." I walked towards Freen and gently rubbed her back. "I'm so thankful that you're here, Becky. Don't leave me, okay?"

I nodded and smiled at her.

"That's a promise?"

"Promise."

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Funny how I made a promise and broke it years later.

I was about to chat with Freen, but I didn't have enough courage. She has a girlfriend, and I bet she found her while I was away.

Is it my fault that I must leave this country for my father?

The next day, Freen didn't chat with my mother or me.

I am here in the living room, watching television with my mom. I heard from the news that Freen accepted the project, which I told her to do. She's also out of the country today because of her world tour.

"What exactly happened yesterday, Becky?" Mom asked, but I just shook my head.

"Nothing, I don't feel well, so I went home."

My mom looked convinced. She sat up straight and changed the channel. Now, I can see Freen kissing another guy on television.

What a great scene.

I heaved a sigh and stood up to go to my room, but before I could leave the living room, I heard Freen's voice coming from the interview.

"Maybe, I'll find a personal assistant whom I trust and am comfortable being with." Freen nodded her head and smiled at the camera.

My mom and I looked at each other, and she immediately shook her head.

"I know what you're thinking, Becky. Not a chance! I won't let you!"

"It's Freen. Please, mom." I brushed my palms together.

"Okay, okay, but if you're tired, quit! Understand?"

I nodded simultaneously as she dialed Freen's number.

"Hello, Khun?" I heard Freen's voice from the other line.

"Hi, Freen. I saw your live interview. Do you have a personal assistant? Becky's not helping me in my business, so can you give her a job?"

"Sure, I'll call her right now. Is she busy?"

"No, not at all. She's just inside her room." Mom motioned for me to go upstairs to my room, so I obliged.

The moment I arrived in my room, my phone rang. It's her.

After three rings, I picked it up.

"Hey, Rebecca Armstrong. Are you up for the job?"

The coldness in her voice made my spine shiver.

Is this because I told her I didn't want to see her again?

"What job?" I tried to sound irritated, but my voice betrayed me. It came out soft and longing for something.

"Your mom called. Can you be my PA?"

"If my mom said it, then fine. When should I start?" I asked.

"Freen, what are you doing there?" I heard another girl's voice from the background.

"I'll text you. Goodbye." And off she goes.

I think I made a wrong decision. If I were her assistant, I would see her with her girlfriend daily. That's torture.

A week later.

Freen came back. She called and asked me to come over to her house, so I was in front of her gate waiting for her to go outside.

"You must be Becky?" A girl with hooded eyes and long wavy black hair greeted me with a soft smile. "I'm Pattranite, but people know me as Love."

My eyebrows raised when I heard her name. Pattranite? The one whom Freen called Love?

"Love, you say?" I asked.

She nodded cheerfully and opened the gate widely.

"Come, Freen is waiting." She grabbed my hands and slowly pulled me inside the house.

I saw Freen in the living room wearing a 1968 beige hoodie, sitting on a couch, and reading as she combed her hair using her fingers.

"Freen, your applicant is here."

Wait, what? Applicant?

Freen looked at me with a blank expression and then smiled at Love.

"Thanks, Love. I'm sorry for dragging you into this." She even bowed to her but gave me the cold shoulder.

"I'll take my leave then; see you on set, Freenky!"

FREENKY??? I was the one who gave her that nickname, yet she's letting others call her that?

I turned to Freen and threw her dagger stares, but she didn't mind. She just motioned for me to sit on the couch in front of her.

"You're hired. Here's my schedule for this week. I'll be in your care." She handed me the tablet and turned her back, leaving me confused.

Is she mad? Damn.