Algorithm

Chapter 2

Then I answered, quietly annoyed. "Y-yeah? I-I mean, hello, Zope-Hagen. Inc, Miss Frederiksen speaking." I cleared my throat, trying to not let the frustration seep through and remain professional.

"Hello, Miss Frederiksen." That sly tone of voice echoed down the other end, and as soon as my professional voice had appeared, it disappeared.

I relaxed my shoulders into a slump as I fell against my chair, crossing my legs. "Sascha, I thought I told you to call me on my private phone while I'm at work, oh not at all." I sighed.

The German chuckled slightly. "Oh I'm sorry baby, it's just that, I miss you." Pouting down the speaker to me.

I was in no mood for lovey dovey conversations right now. "Yeah likewise." I sarcastically quipped, getting that out of the way. "Look you better tell me why you're phoning before my boss catches me on my phone. I've already been caught eating at my desk this afternoon."

"Aws is Sofie being a naughty girl at school." Sascha teased in his usual sense of humour, and usually I'd play along, but today wasn't the day to talk to me that way.

And instead, I started lecturing Sascha. "You know that there are strict corporate rules while working at the computers-"

"Yes yes "your mind and body should be solely focused on providing the best digitally sound programmes for the company and not distracted by the environment around you", you've told me countless times before." Sascha reiterated and honestly, I already felt like hitting him. He was lucky that he lived hundreds of miles away.

"Because you keep phoning me countless times while I'm at work. Which I told you was a no go." I all but growled in a lie time to Sascha. "Look if you have nothing constructive to say Sascha, then I'm hanging up." I added, resting my head on my hand.

"No, no, wait." Sascha stopped me short of hanging up with a desperate voice.

Sighing, I reluctantly asked him; "...What?"

"I have an offer for you." He said in an upbeat, suggestive tone. Before I could answer with a sharp no, he'd already continued. "How would you like to work for a famous footballer, in Germany?"

I didn't even think about it as I have my answer. Sharply and straight to the point. "I'm fine working in Denmark thanks Sascha." I went to hang up the phone again and Sascha sensed that.

"W-wait, you haven't even heard who or what the project is yet." He stopped me and rattled off, sad that I was just dismissing him like that. But I had work to do and no time to listen to his shallow offers that usually fell through.

However, this as Sascha and well, he was my partner, so I should always give him the chance to explain himself right?

"That's because I'm not interested in working anywhere else than in Denmark at the moment Sascha." I told him sternly. "My family's here." He knew how close I was to my father and brother.

Sascha let out an exasperated breath. I could tell her was getting a little desperate now. "Okay, I get that, lemme just explain what this project is."

I felt it was right to give him the chance to explain and not to ignore him and hang up, as much as I wanted too. I just hoped that my boss wasn't listening in to his conversation, because he had done so to other conversations I'd had before.

"Fine, shoot." I allowed, making sure I saved my work to get back to it.

Sascha went onto explain the opportunity and his upbeat voice told me that he was happy I'd allowed him the chance to do so. "Marco Reus, you know the German footballer, one of my clients." I hummed. I didn't really know who he was perfectly but I had an idea and I had no time for Sascha to go off subject explaining who this guy was. "Well he wants to design a new app for his fan base so they can be closer to him. I mentioned you in the meeting as a good project manager slash digital engineer who's dealt with a lot of these kind of projects before with famous people, and they agreed to bring you in to do it."