Freedom Calls

Such a brush off.

It's been two days since Demir and I kissed. Two days since he left. And two days that I've been driving myself mad overthinking it all. 

I wanted to know what it meant-if it meant anything and why it happened. 

I'd thought about calling him while he was away to talk about it. Part of me felt like it would have been better to do that because I could say what I wanted to and not feel like I'd be getting in trouble because I wouldn't have to see his face for a few days. 

Then the other part of me didn't want to say anything. It didn't feel like it was my place to say anything. 

Demir texted me telling me that Sylvia would be stopping by to drop something off later today and that he would be back in a few days for some banquet.

I didn't reply because I knew I'd bring up our kiss and I don't want to be that kind of female. 

6:30 rolls around and I'm finishing up dinner when the bell rings. I go to answer it and find Sylvia standing in front of me. 

She's wearing a furry coat top thing and a pencil skirt dress suit. I can't even exaggerate on how much this woman matched my stereotype of what I imagined a Russian business woman would be like. 

A look of disgust crossed her face, probably matching mine, as I answered the door, 

"Hi, how can I help you?" I knew what she was here for, but Demir also added that I needed to be nicer to people when answering the door. 

"For Demir. He knows I'm bringing it by so don't get any ideas." She shoved a small box at me. 

I clenched my teeth as I held back every urge to throat punch her with the box. "Thanks. I'll get it to him." 

I went to close the door when I heard her say something. I turned around and waited for her to say something. 

She sighed, " So the Yareli's are having a banquet this Friday. You'll be coming no? Anyone who is anyone will be there...I'm sure he's told you about it yes?" 

I looked at her. The text I'd gotten from him didn't mention anything about me going or being invited."No." I said simply. 

She fake frowned, " Not surprising, he's never taken one of his conquests, I wouldn't expect any different with you." She paused and smiled slightly. 

"Excuse me? I'm not a conquest or whatever you think I am... I literally work for the man-" I stopped myself from explaining too much to her. I just wanted to know what was up with this woman. 

"Actually, what's your problem with me? Why are you dead set  on me being one of his conquests? Were you one of his conquests or something?" I asked.

She rolled her eyes and cleaned her nails " I could never be bothered by the matters of you." 

I was about to speak but she sighed, " Ugh, fine. I suppose I don't have any personal  vendettas with you.. that being said.." She glanced me over again. 

" I'll take you. I'll send someone over to pick you up at 6:30." She said matter of factly. 

Take me? 

"What do you mean? Take me? What are you talking about?" I was confused. 

She blinked, " To the banquet. That is why you're still talking with me no? No worries, I'll send a car. Demir knows the attire. Bye." 

Before I could decline, she turned and strutted away. 

I wondered what that was about. 

Had I misread our interaction? Was it only me who didn't like her because of Demir? Or was everyone around me bifuckingpolar as hell?