Just Perfect

chapter 5

For those who knew me very well - which was just Paul and Stella- I had chosen being an editor as a career because I could do what I enjoyed most in reading, but still have the least amount of human contact possible. It’s not that I did not like to work with or be around others, I just could not manage it for a long time mentally because of my past. I would always torture myself trying to figure out who was being genuine and who could be trusted. At my place of work, I only had to deal with my assistant, who brought me things to go through, and my superior, who I would hand over the finished work to, this made it easy for me because I could work from home if I wished, which is what I decided to do today, in order to go and speak with Mr Bozeman.

As I arrived at his place of work, I noticed the building was rather breathtaking. It was a four story stone building, with tinted windows reflecting the beautiful scenery around it. At the very top it had a large sign saying BOZEMAN.

As I had called earlier, I already had an appointment and I was in his office ten minutes into my arrival.

Mr Bozeman’s office was a typical tycoon office, nothing fancy though.

He rose from his seat smiling widely as I walked into the office, one would think he was actually happy to me.

“Miss Chunda, good morning to you.” He said as he stretched his hand for me to shake. I only responded with a nod and a tight smile. He noticed my stiffness and motioned for me to take a seat.

He sat as well and asked Cooley “What may I do for you today? Our program doesn’t start till next week.”

Did he think I had agreed to do this?
“I never agreed to do it!” I spat “Did Paul tell you that I had?” how could he?

“Calm down, he said no such thing.” He chuckled while holding up his hands in mock surrender.

I stared at him blankly, was this man always in a festive mood? Was it genuine? Did he not have stressful matters to handle?

Closing my eyes and taking a breath, I willed myself to stop wondering about his life, it was non of my business.

“Why did you assume I had agreed?” I asked the only appropriate question I could think of.

A somewhat kind smile appeared on his face as he spoke and I rolled my eyes,it had to be fake.“Your brother speaks of your character with great  conviction. Even before he had asked you, he spoke as if you were the only person he could count on without a doubt, so naturally I assumed you agreed to do it.” His smile disappeared as he continued “I apologize if I was out of line, you do not have to do this. Paul will lose his scholarship for this academic year, but he’s a good kid and I’ll make sure he gets a spot for next year.”

That, to me, sounded like a good deal. I could go about my business, Paul could heal with no stress and Stella would not have to watch him for me.

The familiar feeling of guilt washed over me once more and I sunk back into the comfortable seat. Before I could change my mind I closed my eyes and spoke up-

“I’ll do it.”

As I stood up to leave he spoke “I had no doubt, Miss Chunda .” 

It might have been an innocent statement but I couldn’t help but feel played.

This was a hard chapter to write, I don't know why😥
The picture above is what I picture Abella, you are free to imagine as you would like.

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