Welcome to my interrogation

"Did you quarrel with Aurum?"

Questions upon questions upon questions. It's starting to sound like an interrogation. Am I that confusing?

Finally answering the question I had been evading. "Yes, she insulted my love for Jotham Wright." The scowl on her face when she said it flash across my head. "She said I'm obsessed." Obsessed is a pretty strong word in my opinion. "Pfft, me? If I wanted him to fall heads over heels for me," I continued ranting, gesturing to myself, "I wouldn't be wearing these divorce clothes."

Of course, I wasn't dressed in the same outfit as I was on the first day I got called on for an interview. But it was similar. This time, I wore a floral patterned notch collared shirt. Which went well on an A-line skirt. My black loafers made an appearance once again.

I looked dreadful. Formal, but dreadful.

"Huh?" Jacob had been listening the whole time, but had to cut in to say, "Divorce clo-"

"Inside joke." Cutting him off from going further. "What I mean is, if I was really obsessed, I will try to seduce him. Properly by wearing something that shows more cleavage, or any cleavage at all." Instead, here I was looking nothing like a cloth designer. Not at all peng. "Also a skirt that makes my butt look good." Which I wasn't wearing....

That last sentence wasn't supposed to be said aloud. I only realized that when he started to laugh hysterically in my face.

"Your butt?"

"Can't you see that it looks a bit flat underneath this skirt?" No, he couldn't, I was currently sitting down. "Not good at all," I added for clarity, even though he was probably oblivious to my state of dreadfulness. "That is to prove that even though I'm in love with Jotham, I want to do it the right way. Not in an obsessive stalker kind of way."

Excuse me? I have some decency Aurum. Cut me some slack.

"Did Aurum see you leaving this morning?"He asked out of the blue, not focusing on my vent. How rude.

"No, she went to Dee's." I wondered back then what she was going to do. But you can't ask some questions when you aren't on speaking terms with someone "Avoiding me or whatever."

I know Mum said to leave her be, she's an adult and all. But..... wouldn't you want an apology? You might not, but I would.

"Send a picture of your flat butt and cleavage-less shirt to her. That way, she'll agree that you aren't trying to shag that poor man." He spoke with such a flat-toned voice that no one would take it as a joke. It made me tilt my head in perplexion.

If there was a wall clock, you would hear it tick for a few seconds as I stared at him, gaping. It sounds petty and unnecessary.

"He happens to be insanely rich." That was what I first pointed out, correcting him. Before adding, "But you have a point." Petty and unnecessary is definitely my thing.

Stroking his precious ego himself, "I always do."

"I wonder how Corianne keeps up with your pathetic ego." I rolled my eyes at him, suddenly feeling sorry for my poor friend. Tsk Tsk.

Folks, that was how we found the both of us standing at the back of the car. I leaned my back on the trunk, with my hands by my side. Almost like a soldier. I made sure not to blink.

On the other hand, Jacob was facing me, with his phone held up. Picture time.

He just had to question me. "Are you going to stand like that? You look sad." I could see a pout.

"That's the point," I tugged a strand of hair behind my ear, "She should feel sad for me too." Feeling a tidbit mischievous, "Guilty in fact." The guilt will eat her up. What goes best with a dreadful look? Of course, a dreadful pose.

Jacob wasn't smiling, "Not even a peace sign?"

"Nothing," I said blatantly, and that's it. No pose, no peace sign, no nothing. I have to look miserable.

Scrunching his nose, "Who am I to say no to my precious boss?" He muttered under his breath. Not good enough if I could hear it.

Rather than responding, I ignored and waited for the pictures to be taken. The final product of the picture was just as I expected it to be. Pathetic and terrible.

Without a smile on my face, a dead fish truly looks happier. Not that it mattered anyway, that's what I was going for.

"Now send it to me." I didn't care that I sounded bossy. He will understand. "You see, that's why you're my favorite employee." Cooing, I tried sugarcoating my words.

Friendly tip: massage people's egos when you need something. It is known to work most of the time.

He didn't speak until doing as I had instructed, "That's a lie." A huff came before his next words, "Anaya is your favorite because she doesn't act uncivilized unlike the rest of us."

Haha. I thought I was the only one who realized it. Anaya is a charmer.

Wigging my brows in mockery, "She's such an angel." Come to think of it, a raise wouldn't be so bad. We should try to reward people for their civility once in a while.

As though he could tell what I was thinking, perhaps my evil grin gave it away. His eyes rolled in their sockets, and his tongue was clicked disapprovingly.

"Do you plan on sending it to Aurum?"

A groan escaped my mouth, as I facepalmed at his ridiculousness. "Why else did you think I told you to take those pictures in the first place?" Crossing my arms over my chest, "To model for divorce outfits?" Why else would I even ask for a picture, to begin with?!! Has be been paying any attention!???

I bet Jacob was about to come up with a comeback, probably a sarcastic one. He didn't get a chance because we heard a thud, followed by groans of pain.

"Oof."