My Dilemma

Chapter 8: Problems

Oh no oh no oh no I thought. I had no idea what I was doing. The time was 11:55am and I was walking towards the diner. Mr. Rondell has sent me a photo of himself so I could find him easier. I entered the diner and took out my phone. That was when I saw Mr. Rondell. At least he looked like the guy in the photo. He was sitting in a small booth. But then I saw Mr. White walk through the side entrance. He sat down and they both waited. I slowly made my way over to Mr. White trying to hide myself. It worked. Mr. White smiled as I sat down across from him.

"Emma. Hi. Order whatever you like. The bill's on me" Mr. White said showing of his white teeth.

"Thanks Mr. White but I...I um I" I tried to finish what I was saying but I couldn't get the words out. Mr. White looked at me confused and a little upset.

"You what? Emma. What is it? You don't like the food here?" Mr White asked a little sad and annoyed. I looked over at the clock. 12:05pm. Then I looked at Mr. Rondell. He did not look very happy. He kept glancing over to the clock.

"I need to go to the bathroom" I said quickly and got up leaving Mr. White bewildered. I made my way to Mr. Rondell.

"Are you Mr. Rondell. The CEO of the programming thing. I'm so sorry I am late" I asked and sat down.

"Why yes. Of Programming Paradise. I assume your Emma. Don't worry about being late. Just order and we'll talk about your job." Mr. Rondell replied. I nodded.

"I need to go to the bathroom" I quickly blurted out. I got up and left in the direction of the bathroom leaving behind an perplexed Mr. Rondell. I made my way back to Mr. White who didn't look happy.

"You know Emma. There is a reason I chose you. You got talent. But you clearly don't want a career in music. So you can just go home" Mr. White said. I was petrified.

"No no no. Mr. White please. I do. I really do want a career in music. It's my dream. Honest" I quickly said. A smile spread across his face.

"Then let's just forget about this little drama and get to lunch. Shall we?" Mr. White asked.

"I would love to. But I don't feel to hot. Can we do this like maybe tomorrow?" I asked pretending to be sick.

"Oh then sorry to have being strict with you. Sure we can definitely do this tomorrow. Feel better. Would you like me to escort you to your room." Mr. White asked politely.

"N...no I..I...I g..got i..it" I replied pretending to shiver. He nodded before getting up.

"Let's eat at the set tomorrow. I will pick you up at 12:30pm. Bye" Mr. White concluded before getting up and leaving. I nodded as he walked away. I went back to Mr. Rondell.

"Sorry. There was a long line." I said. Mr. Rondell nodded uncertain. That's when I realized that the diner was almost empty. Literally there was like 10 people including us. I smiled sheepishly.

"Ok now let's get to it. So your job start tomorrow at 1:00pm. I will pick you up. And-" Mr. Rondell began before I cut him off.

"I..I c..ca..can..can't t...tomo...tttttomorrow. I..I ddd....don't ffff....eeel www...well. Maybe the day after tomorrow." I asked pretending to shiver. A sad look came on his face.

"Oh my. Of course. No problem. I will just reschedule. Let me escort you to your room. Here take this burger.  the bill's mine to pay." Mr. Rondell said handing me a burger.

"NO! I mean no I got it. Thanks for the burger" I said grabbing the burger. And with that I ran of to my room. I locked the door and ate the burger slowly. That was close. That can't happen again. This is getting harder and harder. Maybe tomorrow will be better. It has to be.