Blue Business

[7] Taste of Pinks

I know it's a late update but I barely have time and Internet! I'm at my hometown for the summer but I promise I'll try my best! (p.s. I'm reading a story called seven and its chapter seven so holler!)

[7] Taste of Pinks

|Arabelle|

We waited, not for so long though. And, we got all four callers to meet up with us using the same excuse we used with Adam. It worked. I mean, harry called me a genius for one. We've got a handful of information, but barely any in use. As if I wasn't in enough trouble, Leslie keeps texting me about how angry our boss is for my absence and he's going to fire me if I don't show up soon. Harry told me not to talk to anyone, and not to go to work, which is literally insane. But today, I'm going to let him know I'm going back to work.

"I apologize sweetie, it's been a while but you know how busy the business is!" My mother rants over the phone, and I bite my bottom lip.

I actually didn't even notice her lack of attention towards me this time.

"But hey, I'm going to come on Thursday for sure, so you better have some fancy dinner for me." She jokes, but I know she means it.

This is another pile of trouble. Now I have to make sure nothing wrong happens, like weird calls or strangers running after us. Dammit.

"Okay, will do." I tell her with an eye roll.

"Alright, I have a meeting right now with some of our new clients, they're actually very attractive too, the men I mean."

"Is that so?" I giggle lightly at her enthusiasm,

"Yes, and they're willing to publish a book about their perfumery business and its history which I'm sure is a money shower." Though she was far away, with only connection lines between us, I could feel her smirk.

"You must be thrilled." I spoke loudly, and she laughs.

"That's right-" She breathes, "Ok, talk to you later, belle."

I toss my phone next to me, lifting my legs up and resting them over the coffee table, one crossing the other. My thumb kept pressing on the remote, flipping through the channels in hopes of finding something entertaining. I mentally scold my growling stomach, and as if on time, the door knocks. My pizza is here. My hands reach for my wallet before I rush to open the door but the disappointment that crashed upon my hunger was unbelievable.

"Thought you were the pizza guy." I tell him, rolling my eyes and walking away.

He shut the door after stepping in, giving off a chuckle at my welcoming vibe.

"Hello to you too." He plops onto my couch.

This guy is getting a little too comfortable here.

"We need to talk." I blurt,

Now nervous over what could come next.

"Okay.." He purses his lips to a thin line.

"I want to go back to work."

Harry just stares at me, and I could tell by his expression that he was trying real hard not to be bitter.

"I gave you the reasons to my answer before, why are you being a stubborn bitch and asking again?" He snarls, and I huff in return.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me right." He spoke with a stiff expression.

"I need money to pay for things I need!" I explain, "And I told you I cannot ask my mother for shit!"