Page 10 of Aydin

“Who is calling you back-to-back?” Wesley inquired, smearing dressing over his salad.

“A client.”

“Must be important for them to call back-to-back.”

“They can wait.”

“Did you tell them about me working at the security firm?” Josiah brought up.

Josiah was twenty-five and just graduated from college. He was good with technology, so for a way to get him in the working field, I decided to hire him to oversee our department. Wesley was thirty and acted like a teenager most times we were together, but he was smart and worked as a cop.

“That’s wonderful, Josiah,” Mom said, patting his palm. She extended more food to us all as we continued talking about Josiah working with me at the office.

“You’ll start tomorrow.”

“Great. I have an idea to set up a new security system.”

“Just make sure you don’t end up on the FBI list.”

“Can’t promise you that, bro,” Josiah joked.

I shook my head and finished the rest of my food. For the next two hours, we laughed and watched movies together. I finally made it home and showered right after to fall into bed and prepare for the week with Addison’s attitude.

AMELIA

Ring!

I slammed my hand down on the alarm clock and rolled over, rubbing my eyes. It was going on my third day at the job, and I was still trying to cope with the workload. Molly had been a big help, but most of the time, Aydin had been in and out of the office, avoiding me for what reasons I had no clue. Today, I made a promise to myself to get a few moments of his time to run through some of the accounts they handled.

“Lia!” I heard the loud, boisterous voice of my best friend, Dani, come into my place.

We had keys to each other’s apartment for emergencies, but she didn’t care what day or time, she’d just show up without knocking.

“There you are.” Dani pushed my bedroom door open as I sat up in my bed.

“Why are you here so early?” I looked at the time on my alarm clock. It was eight fifteen, and I needed to be at work nine thirty.

“I brought breakfast.” Dani held a cup of coffee out for me, dropped the bag of food on the bed, and sat in the chair in the corner of my room. Before I lost my job, I’d redecorated and added a TV on the wall and a bookcase next to the chair for the nights I wanted to chill with a glass of wine and read.

“Shouldn’t you be at work?” I sipped on the coffee and reached in the bag to pull out a cinnamon raisin bagel.

“I have a little bit of time.”

I opened the cream cheese, spread it across, and took a bite.

“This is good and warm.”

“See? I knew you needed that.”

“Only reason you brought breakfast is because you want something.”

Her eyes crinkled in confusion.

“Don’t lie.” I pointed at her.

“Fine, I have a date this weekend.”

“Nope.”

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