The Vlogger

2) The Vlogger's Rules

The Rules

1. Never touch my Fucking Clipboard

I sighed and deleted the first rule. Mostly because it was a little too harsh for Victoria's liking.

"Why don't you try the requirements first." She suggested obviously sensing my struggle. I nodded in agreement and began typing away. Only half an hour after Victoria had gone I emailed Armani my finished contract. He called only moments after I pressed send.

"Hey Ivory, I thought we could go over the list together." He chirped.

I cleared my throat,"Yeah sure."

Armani erupted into laughter from the other line. I could only imagine the way his eyes got crinkled and the dimple that poked out of his left cheek.

Why the hell was I thinking that, I had no idea.

"What's so funny?" I asked defensively.

"It's just you make it sound so professional." He laughed out. I mentally glared at my wall as if it was Armani Jones himself.

"If you're not going to take this seriously then we don't even have to bother going over this." I declared through my gritted teeth.

Armani eased his laughter,"Okay okay. Chill out and go through you're little rules."

I rolled my eyes,"Okay the first rule. You are not allowed to touch or read my clip board unless I grant the authority."

Armani hummed in response so I continued. I went over the whole contract at least six times before Armani finally understood it.

"This contract concludes that you will do what ever you can to help the Vlogger to stay organized. You will make sure the Vlogger is fed and has done all of the daily tasks. Work days include Tuesday's, Wednesday's, Friday's, and Saturday's. Pay is 120 a day and I only pay in cash. Do you agree to the terms and agreements?"

Armani yawned,"Yeah I agree."

"Great. I'll have a hard copy for you to sign tomorrow. You start next week on Tuesday. In the mean while, I have to blog." I explained.

"Wait a second Ivory. Let me take you somewhere. You know, for fun. You can blog along the way." Armani suggested.

"As tempting as it sounds I'm going to have to turn you down." I replied.

"Man you're really hurting my man pride over here Taylor. Come on it'll be fun. I'll even pick you up. I have these killer rims that I'd love to show you." He joked.

I rolled my eyes and faked a yawn," I'm not really convinced yet."

"C'mon Ivory, I'll bring you a copy of the notes for the exam tomorrow. You know, from the day you decided to get kicked out of class." He laughed hysterically. Frankly I've had enough of his mesmerizing laughter.

"Okay fine." I huffed.

"Great, send me your address." He added before hanging up. I sighed and glanced around my condo. It could indeed use some cleaning. The kitchen was absolutely glamorous with only an empty bowl of blueberries sitting on the island. The table was covered in my old blogging cameras and notes that I had taken. The same thing with my couch and the small foot rest in front of it.