Strictly Business (editing)

4 : Uninvited Guests

4 : Uninvited Guests

"What do you mean 'Required'," I demanded, growing exasperated as I read further into the procedures.

"Your presence will be 'required' on business trips. Mind you, that very well includes out of state, as well as out of country ventures," he spoke calmly, maintaining nonchalance throughout his monolog.

I gaped at him from the side of my eye, "and what is your reasoning behind making me your 'Personal Assistant'," I scoffed, apparently contempt.

He didn't bother looking in my direction as I spoke to him. "Because I said so. Evidently, what I say, you do. Without question, that is. Understood?" I purposely neglected his question, turning away.

Seemingly moved by my negligence, he abruptly grabbed my chin forcing me to look at him. "Understood," his tone was set, his earthy eyes boring into mine.

My eyes contracted a bit, as I evaluated the thought of telling him to keep his hands to himself. Sebastian's cries filled my ears, demanding my attention elsewhere. "Excuse me," I said, excusing myself from his presence. I hurried into the room, to my dismay, I find Franky seated on the floor, arms folded appearing to be crossed. She glanced up at me, her frown deepening compellingly. "And what's wrong with you?" I question, adopting my hand on my hips. "It's 'later'. You said we would do something 'later'," she recalled effortlessly.

I narrowed my eyes at this child's remarkable memory, "yeah, well..I was just waiting for you to get ready," I defended cleverly.

"Really? I'll put my shoes on," she proclaimed, excitedly. I inwardly groaned, it seems like I extenuate one problem and another so eagerly wants to make itself known. I moved on to Sebastian, hoping he would brighten my day just the slightest. He managed to roll over onto his belly, eventually clambering onto all fours, into a crawling stance. I watched his face transition into a grimace.

"What's the matter," I cooed as I scooped him up into my arms.

"Did your nap do you any good?" I asked as if he could understand me. Sebastian replied by generating incoherent sounds, which couldn't have been deciphered by myself. I stepped back into the living room, then realized Adonis was still here.

"Hey, do you think we can do this later?" I spoke up, holding Sebastian at my waist. Adonis still seated on my sofa with his back turned against me.

"Why, so you can blow me off again. Definitely not happening," he replied, vexed, turning to face me. I raised an eyebrow, galled.

"I'm leaving-" Adonis abruptly interjected leaving me silent.

"You're not leaving until you sign these papers," he reassured me. I peered down at him, wondering what I got myself into. Adonis stared back, emotion of any sort drained from his face. I shook my head mumbling a few curse words under my breath, walking back down the hallway. I don't know why I even bothered with him. I sighed, pulling clothes from Sebastian's bag.

"He's such a jerk, Seby. A pompous jerk. So witty in his rudeness," I rambled on, as I dressed the child.

"That's odd. Most people I encounter, like to think of me as a gentleman," a voice came from behind me. I turned to find Adonis leaning against the door frame, he winked indicatively. My scoffs serve as a contradiction towards his previous mendacious statement, a bold face lie.

"Can you find your way back into the living room. You shouldn't wander aimlessly around my house, it's not professional," I enunciated, pulling a white sweater over Sebastian. The brownish faux furred hat felt so smooth as I placed it on his head.