Maya's POV
After Leone left, I fiddled with my ink blotted pen. I managed to kick start my report, with at least coming up with the head title, which wasn't as easy as it seemed initially.
'Celebrity Kidnap', 'A Christmas gone sour', 'A sad day in Birmingham city...
After scribbling down each topic, I would squeeze the breath out of the A4 paper, choking it till I was sure it could replicate the preparatory stage of a mâché. Then I'd toss it into the metal trashcan by the slight pressure of my toes on the foot pedal. It continued this way for an hour.
I poked my head through the door, and saw that the ruckus that had been stirred up in the morn, had died down and everyone had diverged. My eyes rummaged the counter. The secretary attended to another call holding up the banana shaped telephone receiver end and having it's coils dance about, but didn't fail to look me one more time in the eye, cursing under her breath.
That's enough view. I thought and banged the door shut, not much to my intention.
The slight fever I experienced earlier had been stilled. I packed up my books and phone clutching tight on the latter and left a voicemail for Leone, informing him of my leaving. I stumbled upon Edward's name. He hadn't replied my messages from the night before. Some part of me felt I should be happy, seeing that I've always wanted a break. Another part of me, well the good me, wanted to patch things up and like one under hypnosis, I hearkened. Sliding up his contact with his picture on display, I dialled it. Hoping to get a response hopefully from his end, but in his place was the receiver bot.
Hi, leave your message.
Hey Ed, so um I know we haven't been on the same page for quite some time, but I'm coming over. Yes, I know it's a bummer and I messed up totally but I want to make up for it. See you soon.
I slowly exited the door followed by a click sound on the indication of a lock.
"You know you are so lucky. Winning your way, into the editors heart on arrival? Blending in like you belong here. Whatever your doing is working for you. I hope it stays that way till retrenchment," Her voice stilled me. The voice of the secretary in her slightly revealing black lacy blouse and a grey skirt that hugged her abdomen. I was pretty sure it protruded more than it revealed.
Her lips were full and both lips clapped with the crimson red matte lip gloss, when she spoke. Slight streaks from her lips got cut out from the family and began another life on both sides of her fleshy cheeks. It all appeared like an amateur newborn vampire just had its fill. Her scanty brow void of any addition whatsoever, leaped along as she spoke.
"Hey Miss Secretary Lady. I don't know if it's just a bad day, or the sudden disgust of my guts. If it's the former, an orange juice would do. Trust me it helps me in ways you can't imagine and if it's the latter well, I assure you that you won't even notice my presence."
"The name is Ivy. And you're everywhere. Yesterday's applicants, were counted in their thousands. The ruckus you met earlier, were the ones who got the job but weren't given. And you just walked through that door and suddenly grabbed our editor-in-chief's soft spot? A little survival tip here. That guy is not nice. Be on your guard, else you're out of here."
She concluded packing up her stuffs too while I stood transfixed. He gave me the job despite it all, but what was the catch?•••••
I slowly neared Ed's front porch. I perceived scented candles from behind. I could only imagine the banquet I would have, expecting my return. The flexibility of my knuckles was put to work and I knocked on the door.
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