T's & C's (don't) Apply

23. (Don't) Say Your Boss's Name

I couldn't remember the last time I went to Corfe Castle. It had to have been a good few years. I grew up on the outskirts of Wareham, Dorset. My great-grandparents owned an acre and a half of land and turned it into a little farm. My father inherited the home after my grandfather passed away and it was my home for as long as I remembered.

Corfe Castle was barely five miles away from where I lived so we frequented it on weekends when I was younger. My mom had friends in Corfe Castle so she visited more often than my dad.

I hadn't visited home in a little over two years. I always ensured I worked during the holidays so I didn't have to face my parents. I only craved to see my sister but she came to London now and again.

As I exited the car and the breeze blew the hair out of my face, the scent in the air felt nostalgic. I was momentarily taken back to my childhood by the mere smell of the air. It was slightly overcast but the scenery in front was as beautiful as ever. Lucious green of the grass met the subtle blue in the sky and it felt like I stood in a picture on a postcard.

"Are you just going to stand there and gape?" Rosalind's voice snapped me back into reality. "We're here to work, come along!"

Rosalind's small team which consisted of two women and a man arrived in a people carrier with recording equipment. I always assumed content creators just used their phone cameras to record but it seemed a lot more went into it.

It was odd that I'd been to Corfe Castle many times but never visited the ruined castle. It stood mighty on a hill and guarded the gap between the Isle of Purbeck and the rest of Dorset. Warham, where I grew up, was just a stone's throw away. I'd never really paid much attention to the castle when I lived close by, so it felt as if it was the first time that I saw the castle ruins.

It was a ten-minute uphill walk or so to the castle and I pitied the crew who carried heavy equipment with them. Rosalind looked like a tourist, wearing sunglasses and dressed in designer clothes with sneakers that I'd only seen celebrities wear.

The breeze blew through her shiny hair as she took pictures of the view. I had no idea what job I had to do when she already had a crew but I'd just got there so I didn't know what to expect from Rosalind.

"Intern, here." Rosalind waved me over. "Your legs might be short but I'm sure you can move quicker."

I rolled my eyes at her remark and caught up. "Short people are closer to hell so watch what you say or I'll drag you down there."

"Excuse me? Is that how you talk to your boss?"

"Boss?" I raised both brows. "No, you are not my boss and this isn't a paid job. I'm doing this as a favour to Kai so he'd work better and make my real job easier."

Rosalind narrowed her eyes slightly. "I'm going to count how many times you mention my boyfriend's name. If it exceeds ten..."

Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai, Kai. Kaidan freaking Berkeley! I wish I could say this to her face but I don't want drama.

"If it exceeds ten?"

"Then we'll consider this trip a failure," Rosalind stated. "Now make yourself useful and hold my stuff, I need to get pretty pictures."

She handed me her bag and backpack. Both were heavy and I dreaded walking uphill with extra weight.

"Careful, the cheapest thing in there costs more than everything you own."

"If only class could be bought," I muttered.

"Pardon?"

I gestured to our surroundings. "I suggest you get pictures before two pm or it will get cloudier and the lighting will be awful."