•Light as a feather...•
757 Words
~Two years ago ~
I storm into that office ready to rain hell on that piece of s**t I call my boss.
I'm in a white flannel skirt , a black chiffon top and a pair of black heels.
My hair is in a neat bun and In my hand is my phone, car keys , laptop bag and the documents I just received this morning as I was enjoying my breakfast.
I think you should ....
I should what!?
you are overreacting...
I don't even knock.
"Perrie..! what a pleasure to - "
"Spare me the pretence Mrs Miller....What the actual f**k!?"
She stares at me as I throw my hands in the air yelling and cursing all profanities
"Are you done disrespecting me ?"
" I just don't think you're being fair....Chicago.. really?? "
"Calm down Perrie its just for a few months...I mean...look at the bright side..."
she smiles at me as if its supposed to like calm down my burning nerves.
"I literally have no friend over there....so what? I'm just supposed to start life afresh with strangers....
I don't even know anything about that place Boss.."
I say that last part in almost a whisper as I take a seat that was offered to me five minutes ago
when I walked into her office.
"Its a chance for you to travel to new places....meet new people... find love..."
I snort at her last statement.
find love.
"I am not ready for all of that...." I mumble and I feel like a five year old complaining about the kid at school who keeps calling her a coward.
"Perrie...Its final"
"What is it that I did wrong....? was it that house at May Blaire street...did the buyer tell you about the leaking ta-"
"No Perrie...it's not about that" She smiles again .
damn woman... when don't you ever smile?
"Then what is it?" I fix my eyes on her and she does the same.
"We just think Chicago and you...would make a perfect combo"
oh the lies....
"In two weeks.....two weeks.....couldn't you have given me at least a month?...
My gym membership ...My subscription to-"
"I think we're done here ...Perrie Hunter"
great! just great!....
Chicago, here comes your new real estate agent from the mighty Be and Be.co .
located all the way in San Francisco.
*****
Jodie just flew all the way from Norway just to help me pack .
"I still can't believe you're leaving like for good."
She says with a resigned tone and that's when it hits me that my chances of coming back were actually close to zero.
"Don't worry...we can always meet up when you're not in Norway or Brazil or wherever it is your job takes you to."
She throws a pink shirt on my face and I snort.
"no way I'm taking that with me Jojo...its a job not a vacation..."
at least that's what I think.
I know that at some point I'm gonna have to settle and make new friends and all that stuff.
"Well...I do hope you find love over there."
not you too!
"Why is everyone insisting that I find love in Chicago...?
you guys do realise that I have a boyfriend who's pretty much alive...right here in San Francisco...who -"
"oh please...you have a boyfriend?...Tyler ? Is that what you call a boyfriend?"
rude...
"Well what do you think he is?....I mean I'm happy with him and -"
"Happy?? The last time I checked you two were fighting about his ex girlfriend.... oh and remember that time he got drunk and body shame-"
"Just shut up Jodie....you wanna act like you're the perfect one here....what do you even know about love and relationships?...."
Perrie don't...
"So what if he did all that nasty stuff... We are still together aren't we? And as far as I'm concerned...you are the one who's faking pregnancy to keep your guy from leaving your life..."
I did not just say that to my best friend...
She doesn't even flinch. Her eyes are fixed on mine and I can tell she's hurt by my words.
She does look ridiculous though in that dress that she's using to make people ,and her boyfriend Jordan, think she's pregnant.
"So with all due respect Jodie...just shut up." I say with finality.
"Sure thing. You know what...I think I'm gonna leave you to finish packing... its your life anyway...isn't it?"
The last thing I see is a pissed Jodie cut walking out of my house and into her jeep.
shit!
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