Make Up

2

The sun touched my skin as a ray from the sun slipped between the gaps in my curtain. The warmth crawled into my relaxed muscles making me sink deeper into my mattress. The sound of beeping alerted me but I didn't want to extend my arm and reach for my phone by the nightstand, it was too much work and I needed more rest. It vanished for quite some time but then my phone started blaring into life, shocking the life out of me. I grabbed it with frustration, everyone gets cranky when they're disturbed from sleep don't they?

"Hello" My voice was hoarse from my dry throat and chapped lips, it didn't help that I made no effort to sound pleasing at all

"Hey you missed the party" Mica's irritatingly jolly voice made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

"I needed to feed Buffy" I let my body crash back down on my fluffy bed, the mattress was like a soft marshmallow sucking me deeper, making my eyes feel droopy. My hands automatically searched for a fluffy grey cat beside me, I stroked Buffy's soft fur

"Yeah right, only you and Miss little perfect was missing" Her voice became lower like she was far away from the phone when she spoke, probably getting ready for her dance gig. She made a nickname for Ynna because that's how much she hates her

"So why'd you call?" My lids were slowly closing, sleep was just around the corner and I was slowly succumbing

"Patrique called me, said he can't reach you so he wanted me to relay the message that you're wanted asap at his office" Her words weren't reaching my neurons but I was aware she was speaking. Damn this mattress was soft.

"What's it about?"

"How should I know? But he said Ynna was going to be there with you. I guess it sucks to be you right now" Mica chuckled aloud but I was busy opening my eyes wider as a name was mentioned. Ynna? Let's ditch this sleep then.

"I'll be there" I threw my duvet and ran for the bathroom

"Yeah that should be like 10 minutes ago" Mica added, a door closing was heard behind the background

"What?!" I dropped the call then rushed not really knowing what to wear or what am I getting myself into, I just wanted to see Ynna. Pathetic I know, I've mastered this skill on where I secretly observe her, admire her from afar.

I drove to his office like a maniac without running any red lights of course.

My hair was sticking to my face as I briskly walked to the top floor, what's with bosses and their top floor office? The building was new, 10 floors and spacious enough like a ballroom hall. In fact the first floor is where our workshop room is located. I arrived at a black wooden door, I can hear voices behind it. My breathing was labored from all the running and walking I did, add to the fact that my heart was beating like crazy, anxious of what's presented behind this door.

I knocked then proceeded to open the door. Two sets of eyes landed on mine, Patrique had this worried look on his face, his brows were partially furrowed, his lips in a straight line. I glanced at Ynna who had her usual poker face on, I smiled at her, hoping she'd do the same but she only turned upfront.

I think my heart broke at that moment

I took a seat at another unoccupied chair in front of Patrique's long glass desk

"What's going on?" I started

"I need to ask a favor from the both of you" Patrique placed his intertwined hands on top of his desk. One sign that he's feeling troubled

"Shoot"

"Go on Patrique" Ynna encouraged. Damn her voice was like honey, sweet yet thick. It had a husky hint at the last. I tried to place her in the back of my mind so I could focus on Patrique instead, but she was just too much. Her presence was demanding for attention