She Was Wrath!

Three

My phone rang for another hundredth time.

I was avoiding that call because it was Alexander. I don't know what he wanted to talk about but it was not something that I wanted to listen to. Perhaps, he is calling about the confrontation that I had with his wife.

Liam walks in with various designs in his hands and looks at the phone that is ringing next to me. He shook his head and placed the various designs on the table.

"You know, you need to pick up that call, it has been ringing over and over and the caller is asking to speak to you." He says.

I avoid his words and head for the table where the designs are lying.

If I was the normal girl I was seven years ago, I would have picked it up the first thing. I would blush and tell him how I miss him. Smile here and there, look at my nails, and blow a kiss over the phone. Sadly am not that girl anymore. I don't blush over the phone, my heart is cold, and my face doesn't give me the smile that it had before.

"If whatever the caller wanted to say was important, we will be having a meeting with the person and not you, You also know I hate calls." I groan as he pushes over the designs.

Liam shakes his head as we choose the favorite color for a customer.

"What about this?" Liam asks as we look at the aqua dress.

He wants to answer but a knock on the door startles us.

Liam glares at me and then at the phone that has stopped ringing. The second knock comes through and we all throw our gaze at the door.

"Maybe the call was important after all, you want me to open it?" Liam asks already standing up.

I waved for him to sit down, whoever was there didn't bother me. We closed the designs and I asked the person knocking to come in.

To our surprise, it was Zach. I felt a little disappointed, but what?

Zach was standing at the door with a bunch of envelopes in his hands. I wasn't expecting any letters today but here they were.

Letters have been my favorite mode of communication for the past seven years. It's easy for me to know how my client wants their clothes to be made. They will have an artist draw them and they will send the pictures. For the ones who didn't know the exact material, they would send in their part of the fabric to avoid confusion. As much as letters are outdated, most of my clients prefer to share their designs via letters and images.

"Zach, those are too much, are you sure they are all related to the designs?" I ask as I try to look at each letter.

Zach nodes. I place them on my table and allow him to go.

"Will you come with me to pick up Zuriel from school?" He asks.

I sigh, the workload has been too much, receiving client after client and I can't leave them to my employees because they might make mistakes. I know Zuriel is an important part of my life but he understands when am not there to pick him up.

"Today, I will have to bail, but you can bring him over when you pick him, is that okay?" I ask and he nods.

I know Zach is like a father to me. He is always concerned about my whereabouts and how I conduct everything. He will tell me to slow down if he feels like am rushing or will correct me if I am making a mistake. At the same time, he scolds me when he feels am being too mean.