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For one, I’d done the “big chop” right before college.
When I Think of You by Myah Ariel.Berkley
But more than my appearance, I wonder what he thinks seeing me here, answering the phones.
With Danny still approaching, I try and fail to discreetly chew a large chunk of my muffin.
I want you to work with me on my next film.
As my director’s assistant.
I mean, not my director’s assistant.
But rather, assistant to me.
Because I’m the director.
In case that wasn’t clear.
I direct movies now.
But you probably knew that already.
Or maybe you don’t.
I don’t mean to imply that you’ve followed my career or anything .
He trails off, eyes dancing haphazardly as if they might land on something to help ground him.
They settle on mine.
Still chewing, I nearly choke, which he takes for an opportunity to speak again.
I mean, I think you aren’t.
For a second, my brain short-circuits in response to how blunt he’s just been.
“And how would you know if I’m happy here, Danny?”
I ask, sharply.
“You don’t know me anymore and the last thing I need is a handout from you.”
“I’m not offering you a handout, Kaliya.
I’m offering you a job,” he says.
That sounds exactly like a handout to me.
For starters, I’ve never really been in the game enough to need his help gettingbackinto it.
Not since film school at least.
Still, something that feels a little bit like hope has begun to encroach on my resolve.
I push it down though, beneath the knowledge that Danny Prescott is not to be trusted.
“Is your number the same?”
he asks with an urgency that reminds me he didn’t come here alone.
That Celine is likely waiting downstairs.
I nod on instinct.
Without bothering to mask any lingering resentment he replies, “I do.
Maybe you’ll consider unblocking me now?”
Maybe I deserve some of his anger.
We had been something to each other all those years ago.
But I gave him no chance to grovel or explain.
At the time, icing him out completely felt like the path of least resistance toward moving on.
The phone rings again, saving me from having to answer him.
I pick up and quickly transfer the call.
He checks it and I don’t miss the way his face tightens.
“I’m being summoned,” he says flatly.
“But you don’t need to give me an answer now.
His shoulders sink almost imperceptibly.
But he’s not deterred.
“I’ll text you the info.”
He turns to leave before I can tell him not to bother.
But then I wave off the thought.
After all, blueberry is my favorite.
Copyright 2024 by Myah Ariel.
