Chapter 11

Wren's Pov

I stared at the paper in hand; from what I was seeing, it was obviously a fashion house. Was this going to be taken out of my salary or... I grabbed my phone; if there was someone who knew the corporate world, it was Anna.

“Hey,” I whispered the minute she picked up the call.

“Wren, I was just about to call you. How are you?” Her voice was loud, chirping. “How did it go? Did you get rejected again?” I heard a chuckle over the phone.

A frown formed on my face. “Are you out?” I asked.

“No, I am watching a show,” she muttered. It sounded like she was shuffling on the other side of the call.

“Okay,” I muttered, fidgeting with the paper that was in my hand.

“So, did you get rejected? What did they say?” she asked, sounding too eager.

I cleared my throat. “I wasn’t rejected...”

“You weren’t?” Her tone dripped with disbelief.

I nodded before clearing my throat. “Yeah, I was... he asked me to be his personal assistant.”

“What?”

I let out a chuckle. “I know! I was shocked; I had to ask a few more questions just to be sure.”

She hummed. “What company? Do you know the man? How did you get it?” she gasped. Her voice lowered. “Did you sleep with him?”

My eyes widened; I couldn’t believe that she had said that. “Anna!” I shrieked. “Why would you say that?” I hissed.

“Well, he gave you a position, and now you are...”

“I didn’t. he saw my portfolio and knew he liked it.”

She hummed, but didn’t sound like she believed me. “So, what is your boss’s name?”

My eyes widened. Shit. How was it possible? How did I sit through the meeting and not think that I should ask him his name?

“I... I don’t know,” I whispered.

She scoffed. “Really? Already keeping things from me?”

“No, no, I just... It was so intense that I didn’t even get the energy to ask.”

“How are you going to work with him and not...”

“I am going to ask on Monday; I am sure that I would know...”

“Wait, you are resuming on Monday?” Her tone filled with disbelief.

I smiled. “Yes, I have been given a few days off. He said I need to get new clothes and...”

“New clothes...”

I rolled my eyes. “Are you going to let me complete an actual sentence?”

She chuckled. “Right, carry on.”

I nodded, telling her the little things that had happened, signing the document and how different he looked from everyone in the studio.

“Wow, that sounds like a journey to having a sugar daddy, don’t you think so?”

“Anna! This is a professional setting...”

“... I have never been offered to have my wardrobe changed before, and I have worked in a lot of places,” she muttered.

“Well...”

“What?”

“I was thinking we could do the shopping together; I kind of need your keen eyes,” I whispered.

I knew she wouldn’t refuse; if there was something Anna loved, it was shopping.

“Oh,” my voice trembled.

My brows creased. “Are you alright?”

“Yes...” She cleared her throat. “Yes, yes, I am just...”

“Anna, can you buzz me in? I don’t think I want to stand out here for this long,” I whispered, wrapping my hand around myself.

“You are what?” Her voice was louder than usual.

“Outside, and I need to be buzzed in?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” I could hear thumping around on the phone.

“Tell you that I was coming? When have we done that?” I asked, letting out a low chuckle at her words.

“Well, I would like to know when someone is coming to my house; I might just not be home...”

I frowned. “But you are home; you said so yourself.”

“Ugh, give me a minute; I will buzz you in.” She muted her side of the call when she clicked it on. “You know what? We are going shopping, aren’t we? Maybe I should meet you downstairs.”

“Anna...” The call ended.

I glared at my phone with shock written on my face; I couldn’t believe that she had ended the call on me, just like that. The elevator dinged; I watched her walk out with a panicked look on her face.

“Hey,” she opened her arms wide for a hug.

“You hung up on me,” I muttered.

She grimaced. “Sorry, but you had caught me at the wrong time.” She didn’t look like she was sorry.

“Caught you at the wrong time?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.

She huffed. “I was... I was watching p**n, and you know...” She wiggled her brows.

“You don’t watch p**n...”

“I do, and my house is a mess; you wouldn’t have loved the sight of it.” Her hand grabbed mine.

“Come on, we have to get going; we have to shop, and you are going to tell me about this huge sugar daddy boss of yours.”

I rolled my eyes, letting her lead me out of the building. “Not my sugar daddy,” I grumbled as I followed behind her.

Just as we were about to pick a taxi, a frown formed on my lips. “Is that? That looks like Josh’s car,” I muttered.

Her face blanched. “Josh’s car?”

I nodded, pointing in the direction that I was looking at. “There...”

“Wren, you are not going to go through the whole city thinking that every car belongs to Josh, are you? He dumped you; you should move on from it. There is nothing to hold onto,” she hissed.

I nodded. She was right.

“Yeah, I guess it isn’t.”

“It obviously isn’t. What do you think Josh would be doing on this side of town? If I see him, I am going to rip him a new one!” she growled.

I shook my head at her words. “Don’t do that...”

“he hurt you, and now he is my fucking enemy.” I could see the anger in her eyes.

I leaned into her side, giving her a side hug. “Thank you, but I don’t want you to be in jail. Trust me, I love you here with me.