For love |COMPLETED✔️

13 - Funny Things

I get to the studio just in time. I take the box that was delivered to me inside as well but I don't open yet.

"Miss Anja?" I turn to the voice and see a short red head. Her hair is cut in a beautiful Bob and is straightened. She wears a tight spaghetti strap purple sweater and a cropped short sleeved red leather cardigan. Her black jeans is three quarter and she wears red pumps. I like her style.

"Yes?"

"Hi. It's an honor to meet you. I'm Martha. Please follow me." she's very fidgety but maybe it's because she's excited for some reason?

I follow her and listen intently as she speaks,"Blair barely picks candidates for his lead. You are one of the rare ones. You must be very special. He always asks me to pick out his singers and dancers. But he found himself the new lead. Congratulations."

I smile. I feel special, "Thank you."

"Oh, don't thank me, please. He has been in a very good mood since you showed up yesterday." she laughs heartily.

"Well that's good." we come to a stop.

"Please take a seat, Blair will be with you soon."

I just and take a seat. While I wait, I decide to open the box.

When I do open it, I'm so angry. Does he think I'm some charity case? This ass!

In the box is the latest iPhone. It's white and can I just that I've always wanted one of these? What happened to being independent?

I hate you Christopher Quay. He is a selfish, self-centered jerk. Thinks that the world runs around him. Overdramatic scoff.

I switch the phone on and see that it's very much brand new. I'm on the Vodacom network and a message comes through. 500GB are on this phone. Is he crazy and who the hell is paying for this!?

I go in my contact list and see all my contacts(there are a lot) there. What?

There's also a very new contact. Christopher. The only Christopher on my phone. His phone. Whoever the fuck this phone belongs to. Which is not me.

I tap on his name and it rings in my ear. Then he answers, "Mr Quay's phone, hello?"

A soft female voice answers the phone. Oh. So now he's busy screwing someone else?

Don't judge. Don't judge. Don't judge. "Yes hello. Uh...Where's Christopher?"

"Sorry ma'am. He's in a very important meeting right now. I'm his secretary, perhaps I could carry a message over to him for you?" she's so kind. He couldn't be screwing her.

"No thank you. I really need to speak to him."

"Miss, I can't allow that. Like I said, he's in a mee-"

I cut her off with a deadly voice, "Listen, just give the phone to him and tell him it's Anja. Now."

I hear her footsteps and hushed voices. Soon the person who I want to hear is on the other line, "What the hell is you problem?"

"My problem!? Mine!? What the hell is your problem!? Do I look like a charity case to you? I can very much afford my own car and phone. And ring!"

Now he answers in an amused voice, "Aah. You got it. Everybody must know that you're taken. And that diamond on your finger says exactly that. So be a good girl and keep it on. Second of all, You're mine now. So take it and keep it. "

I slam my hand on the table,"I don't want your gifts or your money. Or you. "

"Well there's no refunds. Keep it. Didn't you ever learn about offending someone by returning their gifts?"

I sigh, "You know what.....?" I start but then give up and say, "Thank you." in a soft voice.

"No problem." why is my heart doing funny things?

"Listen...." i say and he hums in response, "...I still hate you."

His chuckle is the last thing I hear after the call cuts.

And why is my heart still doing funny things!?

********