Decision

Navier paced back and forth in anticipation. 'What should I do? What should I say?' She thought as she kept pacing around in her room, her emotions in disarray.

'I had acted all confident, and got my trophy. So what am I supposed to say now?'

'If only I could tell Jenna.' She mentally tugged at her hair, frustrated. 'But he told me not to tell anyone.' Navier's eyes darted at the wall clock on her wall in panic.

Time was almost up. Her twenty-four hours was about to elapse. 'He must think me a coward. After all those brave words about marriage, and yet here I am, shaking in my boots!' She stared at the black card she held in her hands.

It had gold writings embroidered on it, as the name 'Stone-Tech' came into view, and then the number. Navier, who held the elegant card, felt it was made of glass or something of that sort. It looked really expensive.

'Six minutes left!' She panicked, although she had dialed the number, the only thing left was to push the call button.

"Ha!" She sighed in defeat. "I can't do it." She mumbled. 'How am I supposed to approach this man, again?' She starred up at her star painted ceiling.

'He looked really elegant, and yet agressive. I don't think he will ever settle for less. What could I possible offer him in return for his good cooperation? I'm not as beautiful as Vivian Torres, as he had already said, either am I the type of woman he would go for.'

'And I just quit my job at the Miller's company. Well, because my boss was an actual jerk, who always wants to take advantage of his female employees.'

'What could I possibly offer him? He looks like he has everything. What do I have?-'

"Are you planning on calling someone?" Jenna's voice brought her back to her senses. Navier turned to look at her, but what caught her attention wasn't her friend's presence, it was what she held in her hand instead.

As panic washed over her, she almost flew up from her previous position. "Don't touch that!" She tried snatching the phone away from her, but Jenna had already gotten up as well.

"Oh...?" She grinned, "Who is it? Your secret boyfriend?"

"N-no! Its not! So please, give it back." Navier stuttered in panic. If Jenna's finger mistakenly pushed that button, she would be done for.

"Why? You already dialed it and had zoned out like for four minutes straight." She informed. "Why is this so important to you, hmm?" She inquired with an arched brow.

"You don't understand." Navier pointed out, her eyes earnestly placed on her friends finger.

"Then make me."

She raked her brain for lies, excuses, anything at all to help her win this situation. "Because I quit my job at the Millers, and I found a new one, okay?!" Jenna seemed shocked.

"You quit?" Her voice which was once filled with mischief, was now filled with worry for her. "Why? What happened?"

"I had to quit. That man was a horrible jerk." She explained, not feeeling bad. For all its worth, she was glad that Jenna fell for the act.

So she took that as an opportunity to snatch the phone away from her grasp. "Oh, you sly little fox." Jenna scoffed as she chased after her.

In her desperate attempt to not click on the button, Navier tossed her phone onto the bed, but Jenna dived in for it, leaving Navier no choice as she went after her as well.

Sadly, Jenna got hold of it again, and Navier attempted to grab hold of her hand, trying to stop it from pushing the button, but she missed, and her tumb clicked on the call button instead!

"No!" Navier shrieked, mortified. "That's it, you're dead!" She informed, angered. Jenna broke into a cold sweat, and seemed to make a run for it, slaming the door shut as she took the exit.

"Get back here-" she froze when she heard someone's voice erupt from her phone's speaker.

"Who is this?" That was when she heard his voice. His deep, manly voice which was filled with boredom.

Navier practically ran to her bed to grab her phone; crawling into it to sit down. She hastily fixed and composed herself, as if she was on a face time call.

"I-its me." She stuttered in embarrassment, thinking that he may have over heard all their childish ruckus. "Navier Romanoff. The one you met last night, at the garage." She pointed.

"Orange." He muttered on the line, and she felt something wierd in her stomach. "Why did you call me?" He asked.

"Um...w-well, you said I shouldn't contact you after twenty-four hours. I've thought about the deal." She started. "And I've decided, that I want to take it." She held her breath in anticipation.

"H-hello?" She called out, not sure if he purposefully ignored her, or maybe had even hung up on her.

"Why?" There came his scorching inquiry.

Navier seemed confused by such question."What?"

"Why do you want to take it?" His cold voice almost caused her to shrink inwardly, like a father scolding his child.

"Because, its my decision...?" She wasn't sure if her statement was an answer or an indirect question to herself either.

Navier heard him sigh on the line, "I'll send you the location of our meeting place for tomorrow. See you soon, orange." And just like that the line went dead, leaving the lady all baffled and embarrased, while still seated on her bed.