Sunit Embrace

Chapter 6: Ethan Carter

A week into Julia being accepted into her new position, a model. All the shoots I saw, made me think of getting onto my damn fucking knees. Julia. I couldn't show that type of emotion, the way we fight every fucking day on stupid things, made my blood boil. She was happy tho; she had made new friends and seemed really okay here.

Today, I had saw Julia in the modeling room, she looked fucking sick?, her under eyes looked red, her face looked sad. As if she was crying all night?
I didn't know why I care, or why I seem like I do? 'What. Have. you. Done. To. Julia'

I was walking past the Modeling room. I stopped to hear whispering, I stood behind the door, my back tilted onto the door.

"Ms Julia do I look like I give a damn?, please think of others but not yourself. We need you". The manager spoke in a rough groan, and I could feel the urge to speak up, to check what was going on

"I feel sick, tho..I don't look okay for the photo shoot" Julia utters, I look down, crossing my arms. "So that the reason why?, no one seems to take day off, this damn management is fucking rough" I whisper in an angry tone. I don't know why I seemed to care now? Why now... I let out a sigh.

I could hear footsteps approaching. I let my arms relax, I start to walk away just not to get caught.

Moments pass by, during Julia's photoshoot. I walk in interrupting, everyone goes silent. "Cut the damn camera, right this second." I spoke in a tough, rough tone...The camera man nodded, he turned the camera off.

"The woman fucking said, she's sick? Why do I see, she's still here forced HA?!" I shout, I clear my throat, before I speak again. "Our damn worker, have fucking emotions, Ms Julia pack and leave."
I spoke still in a stiff dry, rough tone. Everyone was still silent, they didn't even move. "Do I need to repeat myself?, and by the way if I see this again with any worker, the manager of that model will be damn fired." I spoke, I turn leaving the room.

I'm back in my office, 10 minutes later. Julia knocks.
"Come in" I spoke in a dry tone. She walked in, closing the door behind her. I turn my spinning chair, to my desk which she was standing 5 feet away from. "How can I help you, Ms Julia?" I ask dryly, shifting my eyes back to the paper.

"Why the fuck did you do that shit?!" She spoke, lifting a brow. I lift my eyes from the paper to her.

"Are you asking me why?" I raise an eyebrow, and my tone all rough and dry.

"Yes and yes?, what are you gonna do about it, I'm sorry?, what will you do." She spoke confidently. A smirk ghosted my mouth, I push my chair back, I get up.. walking to her, I stood inches away from her.

"Repeat that again Julia, and you'll see." I whisper in her ear, my tone stiff.

The room went silent, I back away. She stood looking at me annoyed, angry. "I'm not your damn, doll. Ethan" she spoke frustrated, annoyed. I smirk, seeing her storm out the office.