One More Day (H.S.) #wattys2016

Nineteenth Day

Dolly

    
I feel kind of weird.

"What's with you today?" Maggie throws the question, making everyone turn their heads on me.

"Be thankful she's still alive, Maggie. After what happened yesterday."

I sat straight on my seat, giving Shirley a look of scrutiny. "What do you mean?"

"Don't you know? Their agency called a press conference later. ECS will cover it. And our team will be there." Shirley snickers, festive about my astonished look. "They must be announcing something important."

"No one would dare call for a press conference unless it's important, Shirley." Maggie snaps while trying to console me.

"Tsk." Shirley clicks her tongue. "For some reason, you're always late when it comes to this matter. It's as if your brain is floating elsewhere."

My eyes roll to this.

"Never mind her. It's Harry Styles's birthday today. Maybe that's what this is all about." Maggie said.

Something like an electric shock made me jolt up in my seat.
 

"By the way, I'm Harry today."

    
"Oh shucks." I groaned, covering my face with my hands. I already heard from Bert that it's the idiot's birthday today.

"What? What is it?" Maggie queries.

I just told him I hate him. But it was only because I was so angry at myself. I can't bring myself to hate him that's why I was mad at myself, and I let it all out on him.

God, that was confusing.

"Looks like she's done something unforgivable." Shirley sure does hate me for saying this. Nonetheless, what she said is true.

"I have to go..."

"Alright, guys--" Sir Jones enters the room before I could make my escape. "Just where do you think you're going?"

I was thinking of leaving but I don't want to be fired just because my conscience is eating away my insides.

I sink back on my chair, sighing in defeat. What the hell? Even if I go see him, I don't know what I will say.

"The boys will be on air in an hour." Sir Jones rounds the table and sat himself on the far end of it. "I need all of you to be astute. This is very important."

Patrick, a colleague, punches his fist in the air.

"Yes?"

"Are they going to promote the show?"

Sir Jones nods, indicating a yes.

The room had gone out in a low incessant talk.

"But that's not just it. As you all know, Harry Styles turns twenty-four today." Sir Jones added. He then bores his eyes at me and said "I sure hope that nothing will ruin this day for him."

      

"There will be a party at the function hall later tonight." Maggie giggles in excitement while we wait for the press conference to start. "PAP's casts and crew are all invited."

Innately, I am the least bit fascinated by parties. This was for certain. But right now, I wasn't excited for another reason. My head keeps on pounding even after drinking Tylenol thrice in a row.

"Excuse me."

We all turn our attentions to... "Sammy?"

Samuel grimaced at the chosen nickname I gave him.