Calls at Dusk

Chapter 8

The sound of my phone buzzing alerts me that I need to get up from my freaking bed cause it's past 9am already while I have to meet up with a client at 10am in a coffee shop. Hurrying to the bathroom I take a quick shower and rush to do my makeup while my hair is packed in a pony tail and I'm putting on a chiffon blouse alongside a green suit pants with a black moderate heels. I dab on my face, a little bit of powder, a winged liner with a little gloss. I spray my perfume and step out the door seeing I was running late already, I begin to quicken my pace till I remembered that I forgot my keys.

Rushing to my room, I get my keys from the nightstand and rush back downstairs till I noticed Chris was sitting at the table sipping what seems to be coffee. Then I wondered if he had been there all along and saw me or didn't even notice me at all. Wanting to just ignore and pass, then the little part of me which can't seem to mind her business decides to talk.

"Morning boyfriend". I mutter sarcastically

"Where are you off to?" Was all he managed to say not even looking at me but reading what seems to be pdf's.

"Ooh me? I asked knowing fully well he was talking to me. I'm actually going to meet up with a client.

"No. Stay home. He says sounding all bossy. Which sort of turned me on making me wonder if he was gonna be bossy on bed too. No,no idiot you will not think about such!! I say scolding myself

"Don't tell me what to do." You're not the boss of me and you're... I leaned down making sure Miranda and Henry were nowhere around to listen as I almost said in a whisper, certainly not my boyfriend.!

"As long as you're in my house, getting paid for this, and still holding my Cc then you're my girlfriend and you play by my rules."

"Hey look, don't talk to me that way. Take this I have been wanting to return it.. opening my bag as I take up his credit card and throw at him. I'm only here cause you begged me so do not talk like I actually begged you to be here! Nonsense I spat as I walked out of the house entered my car and zoomed off.

Arriving at the coffee shop as I see a hand wave at me. I walk up to them and take a seat.

You're late miss Simpson, I'm not sure that's a good way of putting up a first impression. She states dryly while she takes a sip of her black coffee

I'm sorry Mrs..I say trying to remember what again her name was before she decides to complete it..Dina. Ooh yeah Mrs Dina I mutter feeling nervous already as I give a shy smile while itching my temple. I was caught up in traffic actually

Hmm..well traffic so early is a disaster. She says while I was thinking if she really bought the idea

I couldn't agree more. I reply

Like I said miss Simpson, actually you can just call me Mia I say almost in a whisper. Okay Mia, I only called you here because Cassandra recommended your services and I have seen pictures of what you did to her face. Taking a closer look at this blonde woman, she seemed to be the same age as Cassandra, she looked British and her English was quite different from ours making it clear that she's British. Her fingers were tiny and long, she has a very tiny figure, the color of her eyes are brown and she had good etiquette. With the way she sat, held her coffee and took note of every disorganize thing around her.

"Huh.yes ma'm actually, I'm very good at what I do and if you do not mind I could show you some other pictures. I picked up my phone and handed it over to her as she scrolled through my gallery giving a pleased look. "The job is yours." She states as she hands my phone over back giving a bright smile.

"The event is a week from now I'll give you three times your actual price and it's taking place in London. Your hotel,food and welfare would be taken care of. Is that ok?