Production started a little while ago. Everything is going great except we have to cut some cost. Who knew electricity costs so much. Argh, I’m a film maker, not an accountant . But when you own a company, it doesn’t matter what you specialize in, you have to be a Jack of all trades.
Jakob does as he pleases most of the time. Sometimes he doesn’t show up on time for production, and worse, he doesn’t show up at all. He is the main character; what part of that does he not get? Half the time I’m tempted to fire him, but I can’t. Because, the law doesn’t allow me to fire people just because I want to, and also because…. He reminds me of Leo. I hate to say it, but it’s like looking into a mirror version of him. It’s not fair
“Can I please have your attention for once? Is it Cardan?” she asks, a sly smile on her lips.
“Cardan? “
“Jakob. You fight all the time and you don’t get along, like Jude and Cardan. The next thing is for you to fall in love and get this over and done with. Besides,if you don’t snatch him, it’s either I will, or worse, Never”
“Never? Who is that?”
“Your secretary stupid.”
I find myself staring at her mouth agape” She’s Never? I never knew that! “
“Oh I see what you did there, but seriously you need….. “
“Fire her. You need to fire that witch. She’s a witch.”
Daniel has come barging into the room. He is fuming and has his hands furrowed into fists by his side. “I don’t know why you keep her! She makes my life a living hell. “
“Oh please, you’re getting some practice for when you actually are in hell. You should be thanking me “
I close my eyes. “Ciara, can you please deal with your Cardan please “
“My what?! Him?!”
“I’m her what? I’m not her anything “
We look at him “Shut up”
They both leave and I lean back in my chair and sigh. Why can’t life be a stress free utopia. Where there are no in-laws always meddling. Where I can live happily ever after with my man. Where hearts don’t get broken. Where lovers don’t die. Why can’t it be like….
“I need your help”
“Come on! I swear I will put a lock on that door….. “
I glare at him. “What do you want?”
“I need your help. There is this restaurant I was supposed to go to with a special someone and she totally bailed? “
“What does that have to do with me? “
“It’s a pretty expensive restaurant, I can’t let that go to waste. Come on, go with me”
“What about Never, she can go “
“Who’s Never? Is that a name? “
“Never mind “
I chocked. The names African parents give their children is just incredible. I wipe a tear.
“Will you come with me? “
“When?
“Tomorrow, it’s Saturday “
I rub my forehead. Why am I having this conversation with him? I puff out my cheeks. “It’s not like we’re busy. “
“Great. Wear something hot”
“I’m your boss, I can’t look hot for you”
“Come on! Read my lips. I do not work for you! “
I sigh mockingly, shaking my head “You are so out of touch with reality it’s sad. I have one question though, are you asking your boss out on a date? “
He throws his arms in surrender and leaves fuming and murmuring. I catch one word ‘Love ‘. I shudder.