Chapter 42: He Is Our Boss

Chapter 42: He Is Our Boss
Chapter 42: He Is Our Boss

Roy 

“Did you drive?’ I asked Brianna in reference to her mentioning she should go home.

“No, but I will have a ride. I was honest with Callan, I texted him a few minutes ago letting him Jane take me here. I just didn't want to make this look like some secret and have it be misinterpreted.” She let me know.

“You told Callan?” I had to ask.

She saw my face and assured me it wouldn't land on me. Of my fucking gosh. She had no idea, fuck. Why would she go and tell him? He is going to flip out whether she thinks she is being a good honest girlfriend or not. I went around her and snapped in Gabe's face to get his attention off Jane.

“She called Callan.” I gave him a look and his eyes snapped over to Brianna.

“Why the fuck would you do that?” He deadpanned. She looked suddenly unsure of herself.

“We were honest with each other even if the truth will annoy us. It is our thing.” She looked at Jane to back her up. Jane slapped her in the arm instead which would have made me laugh if I didn't think I was about to get shot in the face.

“Little Fletcher, sweetheart. You might think you did the right thing but Callan is going to take it out on this guy right here and then me.” Gabe thumbed to me and then himself. Brianna blushed a light hit.

“I am sorry, I thought you knew I would tell him. I wasn't, I was just curious about this fight night stuff. I will go upstairs, I won't even let him come in.” She told me and I snorted.

“He is our boss, he will see us anyways.” I was actually kind of annoyed right now.

“Guys stop, don't make me feel bad for being honest with my boyfriend. None of you are responsible for having me come here, I will let him home that you specifically asked me not to come. Now, thank you for the fun night and I am glad you won, Roy. Good night.” She told us in a flustered huff before turning on her heel to leave.

“Jane?” She decided to double check with her friend.

“I want to stay but if you tell Callan that I am here, which I am sure you did then I don't know if he will be a dick about it or not.” Jane replied.

The odds are, he will be a dick about it.


Alessia Pov

I had a great meeting with my modeling agent today. The modeling agency I work for is technically from Columbia but of course they have agents all over the place especially in fashion hubs like PH city so she is here. Evelyn Boswell, she has slavic features and she can have a stick up her ass at times because she is very serious about her job. She is always looking for the next best thing, so even though she is constantly on my ass, I know career wise that it is a good thing. There are a bunch of campaigns coming out for different brands like urban outfitters and places like those where they are modern, hip and trending right now. I could model their clothes and be in the magazine for their advertisements which isn't crazy impressive but it adds to my portfolio.

She mentioned other things, a makeup brand wanted to include my face in the new product. She had a lot to say all at once, so it was hard to take everything in but she assured me she will be emailing me all of this. She had me set a schedule with her on a few casting and already booked work, so I see how the start of the summer is going start looking, now that work on Port Harcourt is coming up. I don't work every single day, but if I get stuck with no gigs for a while, I end up taking odd jobs so I don't go literally broke waiting for modeling work. I lived off the money left to me by my mother after she passed away. When I was forced back to Columbia I did live in my father's house and ate his food but I didn't touch his money once I realized every ruble comes with a handful that clinks tighter and tighter the more you spend. No, I left my father's money and then I left him. For short blissful amount of time, I was free of him and now he is back. Or will be soon.


I had been lounging on the sofa in my apartment until my roommate Kara ended up getting home. I was about to escape so I wouldn't have to socialize but she caught me.

“Hey,” she said enthusiastically. She is nice, I have nothing against her. She just bores me  and she makes water bubbler conversation if you get what I mean. No depth to it. She asked how I am and I answered. She says a vague thing about her being good, she fills in an upcoming event or casting she will have and inquires about mine. I have already felt like she compares our career path. Like she is tracking every job I do or don't get. I am in no way competing with her, good on her when she gets called back for gigs. I don't see the point in hoping others fail so you can succeed. We can both kick ass in the modeling industry for sure. Maybe I am being vain and none of that is true. She might not give a flying fuck how my career is going.

When I sat up on the sofa, she took that as an invitation for her to plop down beside me.

“Are you in for the night?” She asked me, I pretty much always do. I nodded yes and she leaned further into the couch, really getting comfortable.

“Do you think my hair looks like too much for a bowl cut now? I got it done today and I am unsure how I feel about it.” She looked at me. I glanced all around her head.

“I think bowl cut or no bowl cut, you better own that shít. They don't want us to all look the same.” I told her, leaning forward and pulling up a few strands here and there.

“Rock the bowl cut, get it.” She gave me a rock and roll sign that made me snort a laugh.

“Oh,” I lifted my head higher on my neck and glanced around to remember where I put it.

“A package came for you.” I pointed a finger at the countertop. She perked up and popped off the couch to grab it.

I heard the crumple and the unraveling before she kicked off her shoes and came back to me on the sofa.