Simply Love

part 2

Me: I went downstairs to see my friends, and I knew they'd heard the argument I had with my mom. But they didn't say anything so I wouldn't worry, or maybe even so I wouldn't be ashamed. So I grabbed my backpack and left.

When I got to the bus stop, Jessy looked at me sadly. She knew how I felt, but she didn't say anything, just like the others, and I knew why they weren't saying anything. And at that moment, I only had one thought in my head: to run, run, run really fast so I wouldn't feel anything. So, I took a deep breath... Suddenly, I started running. I heard a voice telling me to stop, stop, stop!

Every time I got further away, I started to lose track of the voice. So I stopped for a moment.

When I realized what was happening, I didn't even know where I was. I saw a large building in front of me. And on the building, it said LE VALENTE.

I wondered what that was, and suddenly I remembered what my mother had told me. So I went straight ahead and opened the door. There were so many people, and they were all very well dressed. They were wearing short black skirts, white shirts, and black ties. Suddenly, someone touched my shoulder. I turned around and saw a man with green eyes and black hair, very elegant. I almost fainted. He was speaking to me, but I didn't understand anything; I was lost in my thoughts.

Five minutes later, I heard someone say, "What are you doing here, miss?"

Me: I-I----I'm here looking for work. My name is Oyamie Grace, sir, and you are? (Matheo Valente).

Matheo: You know you'll be on private property and that no one, I repeat, no one, is allowed to enter.

Me: Excuse me, Matheo, uhmm, I mean Mr. Matheo Valente. But please listen to me. They approached me, looking me in the eyes. I could feel my heart pounding.

Matheo: Miss, what was it again? Oh yes, Oyamie Grace. I don't have time because my time is very precious. Excuse me.

Me: Ugh, what a rude person! He left without even turning around to listen to me or telling me to come back later. Ahh!!! Suddenly I had an idea. I wanted to go to reception and asked the woman how I could get to Mr. Matheo Valente's office, and she told me: "Take the elevator to the 7th floor, then turn left. You'll see it says 'Mr. Valente's office.'"

So I took the elevator. I hate them, by the way, and they scare me. But I'm doing all this because I absolutely have to get a job. Anyway, oh! I arrived. I knocked on the door once, twice, three times, but no one answered.

Matheo: What are you still doing here? He grabs my hand, leads me into his office, and then turns me back to him. He looks at me with an angry expression, as if he's going to gouge my eyes out.

Me: I told you to listen to me for just a moment, it's very important.

Matheo: I don't want to listen to you. Get out of my office right now or I'm calling security.

Me: I was so incredibly angry that I told him everything that was on my mind. (I even called him an i***t. Oops.) And I leave his office without even looking at him. Oh, I hate arrogant, heartless people.

I was walking along when suddenly I saw a man walking behind me, as if he was following me. I got scared and started running, I crossed the street and almost got hit by a car.

When I got home, I felt awful. I was thinking about that arrogant guy, I mean Matheo Valente. But there was one thing I didn't understand. I couldn't figure out why I kept thinking about him and it was making me so angry.

Mom: Oyamie, come here, I need to talk to you.

Me: Yes, I'm coming, Mom. I was going out to my room when I heard my mother talking to someone on the phone. And she was saying, "Yes, I'll come with her tomorrow."

Me: Oh no! Who's talking to my mother again? Who are you talking to, Mom?

Mom: It's nothing, my daughter. Come eat because we have to get up very early in the morning.

Me: Why?

Mom: You'll find out tomorrow. Now finish your meal and go to bed.

Me: My mother worries me a lot because I wonder what she's going to do. But anyway, after all this, I know my mother is preparing something.

I finish my meal and go up to my room. I can't fall asleep because I'm thinking about Mr. Arrogant and I find the night long. And I talk to myself, and it's all Mr. Arrogant's fault.