𝗝𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗔𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ☏︎

𝟎𝟕 | 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐃

(Edited)

𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐞𝐡 ☁︎

Light pours into my room through my blinds, and I slowly but gradually wake up.

It's my day off.

The day I've been counting towards since the start of the week has finally arrived.

At last, I've freed myself of the raging bull who'd terrorise me at work.

My boss.

It's currently 12 p.m. and I decide to start up a little show on Netflix when I get a notification on my phone.

Then another.

And another.

Before my phone begins to buzz out of control, I reach for it on the nightstand.

Ugh.

It's him. The tyrant.

And he's currently spamming me with messages like an obsessive ex. He can't be serious. It's my day of freedom, and he's bothering me.

As my finger hovers over our chat, my screen pops up with an incoming voice call.

Patience, Damien.

I inhale deeply, to calm myself down and not piss him off. "How may I help you?" I grit into the speaker, as politely as possible.

Good thing he can't see my face right now.

I'm this close to losing my shit already, and it's only been a few minutes since I woke up.

"I have an event that I need you to attend with me at 5 p.m. today." His deep voice murmurs out of the phone, and for a moment, it distracts me.

Until I fully register what he said.

"What?!" I exclaim, unable to conceal my displeasure any longer. "I have a date then and you know that. Plus it's my day off, meaning I don't have to do this."

He sighs on the line. As a few seconds of silence go by, it's obvious he's deep in thought, wracking his brain on ways to convince me.

He'd be crazy if he thought I'd sacrifice my day off for him-

"I'll increase this month's salary." He declares.

My ears perk up at that. "By how much?" I ask, thinking about cancelling my date. I kind of need the money.

"10%" He states.

It wasn't much, but it's better than nothing, right?

Contemplating my decision, I decide to push him a bit. "More." I demand.

"No." Firm and steely. I narrowed my eyes at that.

"See you next week then," I say, hovering my finger over the hang up button.

"30." He utters desperately.

Now we're talking.