Veracious Affection

Chapter 20

✨ Angie ✨

So...
Love is a scam and I realized the reason why Celestia had always been against it, it's like putting en egg inside water and expecting the water to boil on its own but obviously without turning the stove on it won't work. THE WATER WONT BOIL AND THE EGGS WONT BE BOILED.

I'm not good at descriptively thinking, anyways the eggs are me and the water is Jimmy.

He's too dependent on his paintings he loves them more than me. At this point I don't think there's love.

I snapped out of it as Celestia entered with a file.

I glared at her for disrupting my zoning out.

She grinned at me and winked, "More work for you Madam, you and I are staying up late for this."

I furrowed my eyebrows, "What do you mean?"

She slid over to me and rolled her eyes, "Don't tell me you forgot that we have to go scouting for models for the product I'm launching."

It clicked!

The mysterious product Miss Celestia had been formulating was about to be released and she had formed a collaboration with some lady Esmeray and the whole city had been gossiping about it. Some said she is the daughter of a billionaire whilst others bragged that they knew her but I for one never met her and wasn't anytime soon. Journalists couldn't even disclose all her information  and that just made things worse.

Celestia snapped her fingers right infront of me and I went back to reality.

"Yah right that, still don't know who she is?"

She sighed, "Yep, it's like she's some kind of celebrity's daughter and doesn't want a lot of her fans hovering all over her."

I stood up and massaged her shoulders since she looked stressed, "I think it's about time you hire a new assistant that falls under me you know?"

She nodded in agreement, "That's a good idea, but no."

I stopped massaging her and looked confusedly at her, "But I thought u-"

"You know I have problems trusting people so having someone new is just too much for me."

I raised up my hands in defeat, "Celestia we both have lives and I need to go out there to explore more."

She narrowed her yes, "More like what?"

I avoided her gaze,"More like..." The words struggled to escape my lips, "Love?"

She laughed.

"You can't be searching for love, it has to find its way to you."

I groaned, "Why are you so stubborn!"

She shrugged her shoulders, "I don't get the fuss about it."

I sat down next to her and held her hand, "I'm tired of working overtime I mean okay I do get paid for that but it still doesn't count."

She stared blankly at me and I swallowed hard, "So?"

She yawned and stood up with a bored smile, "Fine but I'll look for someone who will handle the extra work, not my personal work."