My Wait

Chapter Seven

Rainy morning it was, the sky, all darkly dressed up by the clouds, warned us of rain as everyone started to close the windows of the villa. I sometimes wonder how many windows does this house actually have? Mm, interesting question to myself, I'll maybe count them later on when I have time on my hands.

Just as I was getting ready to go out for some bank work..

Yes bank work you heard that right. I'm a 16 year old and I go to banks. Happens when you have a rich businessman as a father who can't give enough time for small things and a socialite mother who doesn't even know if her son is in the house or not. Yep that's life.

My WhatsApp message notification ringed. It showed a message from kitty. And yes you guessed that right that can be none other than Terry.

"Yo good morning Zz baby, what's up?"

"Nm, wbu?"

"Still in my nightdress, sent you something, check Snapchat."

"I'll check it later boo boo kitty, I gtg to the bank. Father says it's urgent."

"Uh huh? Well I'm gonna be at the gallery exhibition of LDV today. It's near the bank...you can pay a visit to this poor girl who's craving to see you bad today ;)"

"Is that so?"

"You bet a million dollars it is hot ass."

I completely blushed when she called me hot ass. Like I'm not being narcissistic but it feels good to have compliments from your loved ones.

"Kekz cheesecake I'll try to attend the exhibition...but I'm not invited there, and who the fuck is LDV? XD"

"Leonardo Da Vinci idiot! And btw, does royalty need invitations?? They'll start licking ur feet whenever you set foot there XDD 😜"

"Yeah the daughter of one of the biggest business tycoons in all of Turkey is talking as if she's a poor human 😑😐"

"Yoooooooooo ZAAACH!!!!"

"What?!"

"Gimme a kiss 😊😆"

"Mmuuuwaaah"

"Yayyyy!! See ya darling."

"Yep, bye now love ya."

"Love ya too."

And with that I got into the car, all suited up. On my way I was thinking what Terry said about me being royalty...like it's not like I don't like royalty, it's like I don't want people to treat me like a king or something. After all those ages are gone.

As the car wafted through the streets, I saw the buildings of IARE, and that made me remind of Ibrahim, what a bastard. Shows off his wealth like anything. He hates the poor, loves the rich people who're showy and proud of their money. Doesn't like humble people. My father doesn't even like him and his father, Ibrahim Sr. We even don't talk to them at the galas or parties held where both of our families are invited.

I reached the bank at around 12:30 and got inside. Banks are always so gloomy and boring. Everything looks and sounds mechanical, from the sound of stapling to the sound of those weird note counting machines. I always used to wonder how they count so many notes so fucking fast?! Jeez what a mind fuck.

Anyways I got up to the counter and wrote the check to withdraw the cash, as the banker kept looking at me as if I was a thief or something! Jesus I hate that banker's look so bad I wanna punch him and break his nose XD!