𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 ✓ (𝟷𝟾+)

The Knowledge

My attorney's words resonate through the phone. "Why would you want to buy a call center of all places, Roger?"

I smirked, taking in a deep cleansing breath before answering. "Take it as an expansion of business.."

He hummed, seemingly unconvinced. But hey, he wasn't being paid to disagree. "Okay. What do they work on? Credit card calling? Or phone company.."

"Night sex calls." The second I answered, I already knew his possible reaction.

"WHAT?" then he cleared his throat, aligning his positioning on a softer tone.

"I said what I said. Please get it done."

He sighed but agreed.

I don't know what this feeling was, how to justify it but I wanted to know about her. Babydoll 

She was as professional as they came but something about her always got to me. It was an unspoken, unseen bond like the tentacles of the trees in the forest, crawling up into the sky and around. I had never talked to anyone in my life, whom, with mere conversations into the night, dragged me out of my state of stagnancy.

After Stella, I never really did speak to anyone properly. I opened all my love out there for her and she left me. For a long time I though I wouldn't find anyone and it would be just strings of night stands and dates with woman who were only after my name and money.

But talking to her made me realize, I could open up again. Share my thoughts and my nights, even if it was over a call.

Maybe knowing about her would be the worst mistake I'd commit. Maybe the truth about her being a married woman with kids at home, making a livelihood through calls or a barely legal girl, trying her hand for some extra cash would be the truth to jolt me out of my reverie. 

But still I really needed to know.

I had to..

*

Next morning

Arin

Although I woke up at six in the morning on a cold gloomy day, with the grey skies stifling any escaping sunlight, I was still invigorated. The feeling of this day being a bright colorful one, would be the rule and not the exception. Why wouldn't it be?

I had discovered my family roots and even though I lost my job for the better part of the morning, I was redeemed back. Roger seemed desperate on the call. Maybe he realized the repercussions if he didn't have a proper assistant to do his job. 

Not that I was talking down about Mrs. Rose or Georgia's work, but mine was different, harder to learn in a day. It also required a fair deal of patience to deal with Roger's constant tantrums.

With my hopes of the future rising up like the sun from the horizon, my feet darted around my matchbox apartment, getting me around with freshening and getting ready. 

I still had the whole, take up dad's work offer, lingering at the back of my mind. Once I finished sliding into my boots, I had accepted the notion of working for dad. It would still be a long way before I resign and learn the roots at Oswalds but the very thought of it, of moving forward and staying stagnant seemed to have put the whole Roger issue at a backburner. 

Roger was with Stella. I needed a smack on my head to heed to the reality. 

Starting today, I would not be drowning in the thoughts of an unattainable man, neither would I be whining about my past as a way to hold up, moving on.