CHAPTER TWO
1086 Words
Best makeup studio in town…
Heather’s POV
“Congratulations you got the job.”
Tears of joy started accumulating in my eyes and I pressed longer on the mouse pad.
I scrolled lower through the archives on my mail, reminiscing on memories through my laptop screen.
It had been almost a year since I started working for TOUCHUP MAKEUP STUDIO, and it has truly been the best year of my life.
This job was my biggest dream come true.
My boss, Margetta, took her time making sure that I was trained in the calmest and most patient manner, and after I fully learned how to do a glam, she upgraded my level to her personal assistant.
Another dream came true.
With both of us working together, we have been able to meet so many aspects of the studio and build it into an Empire.
I brought out new opinions on how to build its media visibility and I also designed a website for the studio, so it was officially an online and offline store.
With my assistance, the studio has come so far, and I am very excited to see the heights we will go to next.
“Heather!”
My heart jumped when my door flung open and my boss, Margetta, came marching in with her laptop in her hands.
I stood up to greet her, and she ushered her to sit back down.
“You do not have to stand. I have amazing news, and it is going to blow up your mind!”
Her voice was high-pitched, she sounded very excited and over the moon.
“Really? What is it about?”
I closed my laptop screen and focused on her.
She sat opposite me and put out her laptop screen to my face.
“Look!”
She started running her fingers in a fast manner through the screen, screams escaping her mouth and her body vibrating like she had just won an award.
I trailed my eyes all through, scanning every logo and the words were displaced on the screen.
I was stranded at first but it hit.
Billboard number one makeup company;Touchup Studio.
“Arghhhhhhhh!!! Oh my gosh!!! Oh myyy!!!”
I pulled out of my chair, jumped up and down and screamed at her.
“You know what this means, right?”
She finally paused, breathing heavily and holding her chest.
“I dooo!!! We are number one and Damn you are glammed is number two.”
“Yes sweetie! We did it! Number one.”
“We sure did!!! I am so happy! This calls for ultimate celebration. Drinks on me.”
She furrowed her eyebrows and stopped me mid-sentence.
“No! Drinks are on me. Heavens blessed me by sending me the best personal assistant in the world.”
She pulled me into a tight hug and embraced me, her warm hands soothing me up.
“I am so grateful to you, Heather. You literally made this happen.”
“Nah, I do not deserve all this glory. You also put in so much work to make this happen. We did it together.”
She pulled out and looked at me from head to toe, with a big smile on her face.
“Your humility is outstanding. I love that most about you.”
“Thank you ma. I cannot wait to see how beautiful your plaque will look like with your name on it.”
“Really? I am more interested in the look on Giovanni’s face when she finds out that she is no longer number one.”
“Hmm, she won’t be happy about that.”
“Who cares? Her reign has ended. It is time for our company to expand. Phew! It feels so good to finally be number one. We have been stuck in number two for years now.”
“Nothing actually beats winning.”
“Yes. Especially as a woman. High five, Girl power!”
She high-gave me and we screamed more, dancing in joy and celebrating our major win.
The employees and I threw a little party, with balloons and wine, then some good songs.
We partied hard and I lost track of time. My phone battery had also died.
I needed to go back home.
I scurried through the party and found Margetta tipsy and dancing and I begged her for her phone because our contacts were linked together.
“Margetta, please can I use your phone to contact my driver to come pick me up? It is really late now and i think it is time to head home.”
“Home? Late? C’mon Heather this is barely 10pm. The night is still young, and you are married now with a ring on your finger, so your husband will not be worried.
If only she had known that the fiancé I married two weeks ago was slowly evolving into something I did not see while we were dating.
“I have to go. Steve must be so worried now. I did not tell him I was going to be out late.”
“Fine. Here you go.”
She handed the phone to me and I quickly dialed the driver’s number.
He drove in less than thirty minutes and the ride back home was quiet.
My face was plastered on the window, thinking of how he was going to react to me coming back home by this time.
“We are here.”
I swallowed hard and came down from the car, turning the knob of the door, and it was strangely still open.
Hopefully he was not home.
“Where are you coming back from?!”
Before I could reply, I felt an arm grab me, reaching my neck and pressing on it.
It happened so fast, the only thing I remember was seeing him opposite me, his red eyes staring at me like they wanted to kill me.
*coughs*
“I was at an office party.”
He released my neck a bit and I inhaled deeply, tears welling up in my eyes.
Did my husband just choke me out?
“What kind of office party ends by this time of the night? Have you forgotten that you are married now? Or were you flirting with another man that you lost track of time?”
He was bombarding me with so many questions that I could not answer any.
“I am sorry, please!”
“Take your clothes off. Tonight I will punish you.”
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