Teach Me To Pray

Chapter Two

~Chapter Two~

"Now, explain this to me again," Max said on the phone to Sabrina. "Why do you want to come to India?"

"I'm going to get fired if I don't, Max," she retaliated.

"Yes, but why would your company force you to come to India and not even pay for you? And why would you want to stay with me? I'm living in a disease infested camp with hundreds or poor and starving children." Sabrina internally groaned.

"That's the point Max. Plus, I'm sure staying with you isn't going to be my biggest issue," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Max asked, obviously not really paying attention to Sabrina's dire situation.

This was the problem with Max; he was extremely smart, yet sometimes he acted extremely stupid. Max and Sabrina had known each other since high school. They had grown up on the same street in a small town in Pennsylvania. Once they graduated, however, Sabrina took off to New York while Max pursued his photography career in the rolling hills of northern PA. Even though far apart, the two remained strong friends throughout college, and they supported each others careers. They had even lived together for a short amount of time.

Eventually, Max realized that his passion was for helping children around the world, and somehow he used his photography to do that. Five years ago, when Max was twenty five, he created his own business/charity. It was called "Photos of Love," and it centered around taking pictures of poor and impoverished children, putting them online, and getting people to sponsor them.

Max's business now had ten employees. Six of them traveled around the world taking pictures, and telling others of their journey's. Needless to say, most of the money that "Photos of Love" earned was used to sponsor and pay for more trips, and Max always seemed to be struggling for personal money, as all of the money he earned was immediately thrown into the business in some way.

Sabrina secretly wished that she could have been a part of his company, and she had even mentioned writing up some articles a few times, but Max was stubborn and refused to let any form of writing take over his company of pictures.

"Nothing," Sabrina muttered. "Can I please just stay with you? I don't have the funds to stay anywhere else, and this is a big deal."

Max let out an exaggerated sigh. "Fine. When will you be here?"

Sabrina smiled. "Two days. Thank you so much Max. I'll call you again later to get the details about the camp. You're a life saver Max," she said, and then she hung up. Sabrina buried her head in her hands. Her job was extremely stressful, and Sabrina was starting to wonder if it was even worth it.

There was a quiet knock on her door, but Sabrina ignored it. "Sabrina?" a tentative voice asked. It was Sean. Sabrina glanced up at him. He was leaning against the door, his black hair rumpled, much like his dress pants and white shirt. He had his blazer off and was holding it at his side. His tie was loosened around his neck and he looked tired.

"You okay?" He asked her.

"I've been better," Sabrina muttered. She put her head back down on her desk, and heard Sean's footsteps walking towards her. Suddenly she felt hands on her shoulders. She went to sit up.

"No. Lie back down." Sabrina listened and put her head back down. "Just relax," Sean muttered as his skilled hands gave Sabrina a massage. When he was done, Sabrina sat up and turned around.

"Thank you Sean," she whispered.

"No problem. You look stressed out," he said. "What happened?" He walked around to the front of her desk and sat in one of the two chairs.