The Story Of Us

1

---Justine's POV---
I woke up to something bursting. I knew exactly what it was. The pipe under the kitchen sink burst again. Unfortunately, I couldn't afford to hire a plumber, so I had to fix it. I grabbed my wrench, ran to the kitchen, and tightened the loose pipe. I sighed and stood up. I sometimes wondered why I kept my house, even though I already knew the answer. I walked over to a framed picture of my wedding day. I picked it up, looked at it, then hugged it.

"I wish you were still here Joon-Woo." I whispered to myself. Two weeks after our wedding, my husband, Jung Joon-Woo, was killed by a drunk driver while we were out on a walk. He was trying to protect me. However, I lost him in the process. Joon-Woo bought the house before we got married. He was going to renovate it, then we were going to raise our family in this house. I kept the house in his memory. I checked the time. I had a job offer from Roi Fabito at Wassabi Productions. The money was great and the benefits were better. I went to go get ready for my interview.

When I arrived at the office, I walked up to the reception desk. A younger woman was at the desk working. I looked at her name plate. Monette Fabito was written on the plate.

"Hi," I stated. "I have an interview with Mr. Fabito." The woman looked up at me and beamed.

"You're Justine Ezarik!" The woman beamed. "I love your work!"

"Really?" I asked. "You like my work?"

"Yes," Monette replied. "I loved the movie, 'I, Steve.' It was my favourite. How are you surprised about that?"

"Well," I replied. "I didn't think anyone's heard of me up until last year. Let alone recognize my early work in the indie movie world." I smiled.

"I knew my husband was looking into hiring you," Monette stated. "I just didn't think he'd be able to hire you."

"The production company I work for got shut down," I stated. "All due to the strikes and the budget being to low to keep us afloat afterwards."

"I get it," Monette stated. "A lot of the larger companies have been scooping up every writer they can."

"Well," I stated. "I'll be glad to work with whoever the head writer is for this show Mr. Fabito wants me to write for." That was when a short, Filipino man struts out.

"Roi," Monette beamed. "She's here!" The man perked up in excitement.

"Ooh!" The man cheered. "I am so excited!" I put my hand out.

"Hi," I stated. "I'm Justine. You must be Mr--" The man shook my hand.

"Call me Roi." The man stated. "Mr. Fabito is my father. Come with me Justine." I followed Roi to his office and sat down.

"So," I asked. "Doesn't the head writer usually hire the writers?" Roi chuckled.

"Justine," Roi stated. "I'm hiring you as a head writer, not a regular writer." I raised my eyebrow.

"Head writer?" I asked. "For what?"

"We want you to write for a show called 'Escape the Night,'" Roi replied. "It's a scary fantasy reality show and the actors are scripted. It has puzzles and challenges, it's great." I nodded.

"Sounds cool." I stated. "I would love to if you hire me."

"Great!" Roi beamed. "You start next month!"

"Great," I stated. "Thank you." I stood up and shook Roi's hand.

"No," Roi stated. "Thank you. I'll get Monette to send you the information."

"Okay," I stated. "I'll see you in a month." I walked out, said goodbye to Monette, and went home.

Once I arrived home, I dialed my best friend, Rosanna's number. Ro immediately picked up.

"Hey," Ro questioned. "How did the interview go?"

"I got the job!" I beamed.

"When do you start?!" Ro cheered.

"Production starts next month!" I cheered.

"Girl," Ro stated. "Mike and I are taking you to the club tonight. No ifs, ands, or buts. Our treat."

"Really?" I asked. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," Ro replied. "I insist. You haven't been out since Joon-Woo died." I sighed.

"I miss him." I stated.

"I'm sure he would've been proud of you." Ro stated.

"I know." I stated. "I just wish he was here."

"Now go get ready," Ro stated. "We're partying until the sun rises."

"Alright," I stated. "See ya." I hung up.

At the club, Mike, Ro, and I were drinking, eating, and talking. A well dressed Filipino man with long hair and a clean face walked into the club. He looked around, dusted his collar, then walked over to the VIP section.

"That guy looks like a douchebag." Ro stated. Suddenly, one of the security guards from the VIP section walked over to us and looked at me.

"A gentleman from the VIP section has requested that you join him." The guard stated.

"I'd rather not ditch--" I went to say before Ro stopped me.

"Go on," Ro stated. "You can't grieve Joon-Woo forever."

"What about--" I went to ask.

"Take an Uber home." Mike stated. "You're on our Uber plan."

"I hate taking advantage of you guys though." I stated.

"We have the money." Ro stated. "Just go." I looked at the security guard and nodded.

"Lead the way." I stated. The security guard lead me to the VIP section where the nice dressed man was waiting for me.

"Hey," The man stated. "I'm Alex. You must be a ninja, because you snuck into my heart." I chuckled.

"Hi." I stated. "I'm Justine." Alex gestured to the table.

"Come with me Justine." Alex stated. Alex lead me to the table and sat down. I sat down across from him. The two of us began talking and drinking. Talking turned into making out. Alex began kissing my neck. I let out a small moan.

"Can we go somewhere private?" I asked. Alex stood up and took my hand.

"Your place or mine?" Alex asked.

"Mine." I replied. Alex and I headed to my place.