RED HOPES

Reverie

“Yes speaking.”

“Ahem* I’m Reverie Ames, I actually called to th-” the mini prepared speech didn’t work so I gathered the words surfacing my brain until he interrupted.

“There’s still stuff left to leave your vicious mouth?”  the vein was already on the verge of popping out as I was frustrated and here he was right behind the screen, like a teacher reporting his bad students’ behaviour.

“Hey! That was offensive. And I didn’t ask for your help yesterday or even that day!” I felt offended. I didn’t have the right mind to speak yet I was kind enough to apologise. Shouldn’t he be grateful? I reminded myself of the kindness he showed me and gulped down any nasty comment. He deserved this one. And the next few words baffled me “But still I wanted to apologise for my behaviour last night but anyway I don’t think you need it so b-“

“Wait.. What did you just say?” unable to find credence in my words, he demanded repetition. A deep sigh swooshed through my mouth  before I  spoke again. “I said that I’m sorry, for acting like a brat.”

Sensing my annoyance from miles apart he accepted it. A soft smile crept on my lips for a little longer before I popped the berry in my mouth.

“Soo you do know how to apologise?” he asked in his cocky tone.

“I do apologise to people who deserve, yet you’re a rare jerk who deserves this right now. So yeah.” Giving him any more respect than that was an insult I thought swapping that earlier soft tone was to the bratty one, but that was fine.

“A rare jerk huh!” he scoffed. “Well you have to be careful calling me that, because the next time you’re in trouble maybe I won’t help you.” I heard some fruit crushing against his teeth, even an act of chewing was doing things to my brain. I shuffled those thoughts away as my state wasn’t in the soberest form.

“Well thank you, but I don’t wish to avail this enticing offer.”

“Good because next time, you will need to pay for it. Your coupon expired yesterday.” And it was my turn to scoff. We did bicker for longer than we should’ve. The conversations with this man was tiring, and lead to nothing because every time he spoke something, I came with a savage comeback. Either leaving him speechless or wanting to rip my tongue, nothing in between. We bided goodbyes before ending the call and man I was tired yet felt energetic, the bickering did wake my brain up.

Two weeks had passed, and I tried my best to throw that night and our rendezvous in the far end corner of my mind and focused more upon this work of mine. A new thorn I decided to poke myself with. The Talk Show.

If I was grateful few weeks ago about my job, I’d take my gratitude back from the universe because please…. This couldn’t be happening, it’s highly possible that I was getting a repay for all those bad girl shit I did in high-school, there’s no better explanation than this.

As I was just starting to like this new line of work, I signed myself into, I got a colossal reason to step back now. It wasn’t that late, they could get another host for god’s sake!! Long story short, I received a bombarding news of the next person I was going to interview, the universe was plotting against me and I didn’t know exactly what I did to piss it off. I tried making amends with the board for cancelling just this one person from the rest. Unfortunately higher ups were pain in the ass higher ups with ‘no negotiations’ printed upon their foreheads.

“Why him?” I didn’t hold back when questioning George, show’s producer.  Irritation took over my face, while politeness took a flyover.

“Why not him? For your information he’s one of the best in the field and it’s an opportunity for our channel to reach new heights. It would bring soo much ratings.” She answered in a matter of fact tone,  These people were a pack of sly foxes putting selfishness first in any situation  “And remember the last time you two had an argument and it went more trending than a useless egg?” Miss Amanda added, eyes glued to her laptop screen, working on the angles.

“But it would be uncomfortable for both of us and I didn’t argue on purpose it was in a heat of moment” I pressed my lips in a thin line, trying to hammer this fact in her sleek hair to make her understand why I can’t interview this man again, how risky it was.

“Ahh Reverie Ames are you doubting my skills to recognise a person?” She cocked her well made eyebrow, her hands now folded. “It’s just about one day, and he won’t eat you.” Mrs. Vesper drilled those facts on my face ‘You have to do it no matter what’ attitude on my shoulder.

I knew their tactics, gutters were just crazily blamed real filth resided everywhere. And even though I made a little peace with Alanis he was still a Jerk for many reasons. “Fine, I can handle criminals, jerks are no issue.”

“As expected from my best reporter.” Anna smiled as I politely left the conference room. Screaming. Punching and throwing things internally.