Something for something part 2.

„The cake has arrived!"

The cook brought out the cake, the cream of which betrayed the child's gender.

„Let's cut it together!"

The expectant mother grabbed enthusiastically a knife.

As they held the knife togethe,r sliced ​​the cake and flashed the blue cream, I felt a little pain in my heart.

"She's so lucky."

I whispered. Because in vain, when this event is over, I go home to the unfurnished deserted apartment alone, my life is in vain for a successful career… I have 1-2 friends, my love life has been nothing for months and at the moment I am not standing up to afford a daily date. Though I also want to get flowers or jewelry… I also want to sunbathe on the beach in love… I also want someone to be in bed with me in the evenings, who whispers in my ear before falling asleep "I love you."

Later, we marched in the garden, where we celebrated the announcement with a small fireworks display.

„You don't have to force it."

Patrick walked over to me while the others brought cake and chairs.

„What?"

„All of this… is not you."

„Say what?"

„These expensive clothes, makeup, hair… that suddenly you need a guy who is driving you with an expensive car and spends a fortune on you… I see you playing to make me jealous…"

„Shut up!"

I snapped, I got damn furious.

"Sophie…"

He got suprised, because before I never talked to him like in this tone or shouted at him. Because I intended to live my life with him, and found him loyal until a few months ago, I always treated him with respect… but this was the end of it.

"On the one hand, you hypocritical little shitbag, you were one of the two of us, who as soon as he got the money, threw me out for a money-hungry plastic-bitch without having time to blink. On the other hand, the fact that I endured you even though you were a poor retarded, is simply proving my fantastic personality, and doesn't mean I wouldn't have needs anyway. Just so you know the only reason I didn't slap you, was because I have a principle that I DON'T PUNCH IN SHIT!"

With that I left him there ... as I walked towards the house I saw Dereck clapping sarcastically from the porch. He saw it all.

„Can we go?"

He asked when I got there.

„Yes"

We said goodbye to everyone and left.

I'm basically a conflict-avoiding person, I try to extingunish the aggression, because it doesn't do anyone any good… but that's how I could roast my ex , lifted a stone off my chest. Just for that one minute, it was worth coming. I leaned back in the car contentedly.

And the Monday came. Although the results of the first half of the month seemed to justify me and my methods… I wasn't sure of success. We visited the shops all week, keeping inspections, it was a very tiring 5 working days. Plus, on Friday, after work, we went straight to the airport. We got to Berlin by midnight, needless to say I was a corpse. The next morning, at 8 a.m., we had to appear at the conference venue, even though the event itself only started at 10 p.m.

It wasn't even comforting that we got a luxury suite. 1 in the morning, the hot tub doesn't feel so good, if you know you need to get up at 6 in the morning. I had to be with the director all day, because he also needed an interpreter to go to the bathroom. At least the lunch was delicious, but looking at my situation from both and right side, it was slave labor.

They gave their last speech at 6 o'clock, but at 8 o'clock they had a banquet, where we had to get dressed… and play the beauty for existing and potential investors for hours. Probably this is why Dereck brought me, because a lot of kinky old men like to gather around a young girl…

So for this occasion, the company provided me with a card from which I could buy the right outfit for myself. I chose a satin evening dress in gold color that was cut to the middle of the thigh and was knitted around the neck. So with zero cleavage but full back cutout, I was sexy but sisn't gave off the prostitute aura. I pinned my hair to a loose bun, light smoky makeup, and escorted my boss to the banquet hall.