The Boss in New York

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven:

I walked the busy streets of Manhattan while slurping on my caramel frappuccino. I was trying to look for a job but have given up. No one was hiring, no one bothered with my résumé and no one bothered with interviewing me. This day officially sucks. New York officially sucks.

My phone rang. It was my mom. "Hey, mom," I said, greeting her with fake enthusiasm.

"Honey, what is this about you getting fired?" She raged.

I sighed. "Look, mom - "

"Kristine Marie Roberts if you do not explain this instant I will have to go to New York myself to get it out of you," She threatened.

I sighed again. You gotta love your mother. "Mom, everything's fine. I'm currently looking for a job anyways."

It was silent. "Not good enough."

"Mom!" I groaned.

"I want you back here in California as soon as possible," She stated.

"Can you at least give me a month?" I pleaded.

She thought silently. "Two weeks, max."

“Three?” I bargained.

She sighed. “Fine, but if you still don’t have a job on the twenty second day you’re coming back home.”

Sounds fair. I grinned. "Thank you!" I squealed. "I promise I'll find a job."

"Three weeks is all I'm giving you. Your father won't be very pleased with my decision but I trust you, honey."

I smiled. "Thanks, mom. I love you."

"As I love you. I have to go now. Dad's having trouble in the kitchen again. Bye honey, take care."

I chuckled. Dad doesn't know where things are in the kitchen. When he tried to look for the kitchen utensils or food, he would always look in the wrong cupboard. "Thanks, mom. You too." I shut the phone and continued looking for a job.

With no such luck, I groaned and brought my face in my hands. I'm an i***t for quitting at the JMI. I'm an i***t for making a huge scene over nothing. I'm an i***t because I quit my job because of him.

I quietly looked at the people who were in the park. The children looked so happy while their parents are happily chatting away into conversations. Some parents are pushing their children on the swings. I have wondered, will my future family be as perfect as theirs?

I sighed and made my way home. I need to look for a job. I don't want to go back to sunny California. I want to stay in the Big Apple. This is my dream… to live in this city. Also, to have a family. But that's not happening anytime soon, especially since I’m in an unstable condition.

When I got back to my apartment, I made my way to the fridge and grabbed myself a glass of orange juice. I made my way to the phone and listened to the voice machine. There were two from Jasmine, telling me that it'll be alright, and the other one was her screaming, telling me go answer the God damn phone. The third message was a familiar masculine voice.

"Hey, Kristine. I know I messed up but all I want you to know is I'm sorry. The only reason why I've been such a b***h to you is because you have the cutest reactions to everything," I heard him smile. Is that even possible? "You have the most amazing smile and it brightens up my day whenever I see it but I'm an i***t for making the worst decision of making you angry. I want you to know that I'm sincerely sorry and I wasn't even thinking of using you in any way. Please, come back -" The line went dead.

I didn't realize tears were streaming down my face. What the actual fu- I bit my lip from cussing. I don't understand why he sent me this through the phone. Doesn't he have the courage to tell me this in person? How dare he! This made me so mad that no words can ever describe it.

I grabbed my phone and smirked. I called him.

"Hello?" He answered. "Kristine, oh God - "

"Listen," I cut him off. "If you want to tell me all of whatever you just told me, tell me in person. At least have the guts to tell me in person."

"But how come you're not telling me this in person?" He wondered quietly.

"Because I never want to see you again," I angrily growled, ended the call and sobbed.

I don't know why but that hurt me so much. Please tell me that I don’t have feelings for him!

~

When I woke up, I heard a knock on the door. Even though my face was messed up from yesterday's events, I couldn't care less and I opened the door, revealing a man delivering flowers.

"Kristine Roberts?" He asked.

I nodded, signed the papers and took my bouquet beautiful flowers in. They were beautiful! I read the card that was placed by the stem.

'Please forgive me :( B.'

I rolled my eyes. Since I didn't want to waste the flowers, I placed them in a vase.

I got showered and changed into a red flowy dress that goes just above my knees, cuffs on the arms, white buttons on just in between my breasts, and a white ribbon around my waist. I applied light make up on just to cover the bags under my eyes. I didn't know where I was going, I just felt like dressing up.

I heard my phone buzz on the kitchen counter.

'Hey babes. Meet me at work in an hour? I'm leaving early cause I feel like it. Kloveyou' That was Jasmine.

I frowned. If I go to JMI it means there may be a chance that I have to face both Josh and Brendan and I don't want to do that. However, this is Jasmine we're talking about. There's seriously no escaping this.

I sighed and typed, 'Fine but you owe me. I'll see you soon x'

I grabbed my black shoulder bag, ballet flats and left the apartment to the building. Since this was New York, I had to leave early just in case I get stuck in traffic. Being early a few minutes early is better than being late. However, being late is better than never.

I hailed a cab and thankfully, one stopped. Since I've never really experience hailing a cab before since I live in California, I found it difficult to hail one. I didn't bother using the train since I felt unsafe.

When I got near the building, my stomach churned in nervousness. I paid the taxi driver the hefty fee and got out of the cab. I walked in and stood just a few meters from the reception. I looked at the clock. Damn, I still have 15 minutes. Maybe I should go to her floor?

I went to the elevator and I felt someone send me daggers behind me. I sighed. It must be that receptionist. Chelsea, I believe? I turned around and saw her giving me the evils. If looks could kill, I would be definitely dead by now. I gulped.

I pressed Jasmine's floor number and I sighed in relief when the doors closed. The doors finally opened and I saw Jasmine's desk by the meeting room down at the end.

I walked confidently towards her desk and when I reached it, I slammed my hands on her table, startling her.

"You b***h!" She gasped.

I laughed so hard that people gave me confused looks.

"You, lady, are going to give a heart attack!" She exclaimed.

I chuckled and sat down on her table.

"When are you out?" I asked.

She shrugged. "When they leave the meeting room."

I froze and so did she when she realized just what she said. And then she smirked. Weird child.

I heard shuffling by the closed doors and the door opened. I turned around and faced the other direction and pretended to be interested on Jasmine's report.

"You're amazing at hiding," Jasmine sarcastically said.

I grinned and shook my head. "I know."

"Jasmine!" I heard Josh yell.

Oh crap, oh crap!

"Mr. Johnson," Jasmine said. "What can I help you with?"

So much for 'I never want to see you again.’

"I want you to look at these files and report it back to me," He said, handing her papers. I could hear the ruffles of the paper.

There was a short silence. "Who's this"

Crap. My heart started to beat faster.

"Um, this is - "

"Josh!" Brendan yelled. "We have to go."

"Oh, I gotta go. I'll talk to you soon," Josh said confused.

Phew! No drama today.

When I couldn't feel his presence anymore, I sighed and faced a smirking Jasmine.

"You, young lady, are one lucky gal," She stated.

I groaned. "Ugh, tell me about it."

"Hurry up, we're going out.”

“But where?” I asked.

“Out.”