Chapter Fifty-Three – Rude Caller.
The job was hers. Somehow, Damien had helped her get the job. Lucy couldn’t be more grateful.
Her first thought was to dial her mother’s line and tell her but she refrained from doing so. “I should call Damien first and thank him. That would be better.”
But after calling three times and he didn’t pick up, she stopped, assuming he was in a meeting.
“See, it’s all about connections.” She smiled to herself.
Her eyes went back to the email that marked her an official worker at Eagle’s Wings Bank. She’d surely blow them away with her effectiveness.
Earlier, a phone number had called asking her for her address details that she hadn’t given to Damien. She readily provided the information as she assumed it was for her job.
The young man asking had a very condescending voice which bothered her, but since she had the job now, she should forget about it and only feel grateful.
Just then, she got a call. It was the same number as the condescending young man.
Lucy frowned, clearing her voice then answering. “Hello?”
“Did you get accepted?”
“Yes.” She replied almost immediately.
“Good.” And the line hung up.
Lucy stared into space for a while before bringing her phone down from her ears. “Rich folks are rude! He was asked by Damien to help me with the job so he acts high and mighty?”
A wrinkle spread across her face as she scorned the caller. But yet another call came, from the same caller.
“Just to be clear, the company didn’t need an extra with them so I had to make lots of effort in getting them to even look at your résumé. Do your best. Even more than that. Sir Damien’s name and reputation is on the line here.” The young man said.
Lucy’s hands were clenched besides her. She flung herself from her bed were she laid. If that man was right before her, then she’d have torn him to shreds.
What was with his tone? Who was he calling ‘extra’?
Yet she had to keep her cool because as much as she hated it, she owed the rude man. “Yes, I understand.”
She didn’t feel the need to thank him after he had dropped insults in every speech he made to her but she forced it out of her mouth. “Also, thank you for helping me.”
A part of her expected him to say something demeaning or ask her to offer her gratitude to Sir Damien instead but he rather replied. “Sure. You’re welcomed.”
The line had hung up after that.
Lucy wore a pout. Why was he taking the gratitude? Wasn’t he just some worker under Sir Damien doing his bidding?
“But then, Sir Damien won’t send just anyone to help him get a CEO to employ me. This caller might be someone important, right?” she wondered to herself.
She shrugged, then stretched. “Anyway, I got the job!”
(At the Hotel)
Arya just finished some exercise.
She was sprawled on the ground, trying to catch her breath.
“Goodness, I can’t feel my legs.” She moaned, reaching for her legs. As she was besides the door, the sudden opening of it, caused the object to hit her on her head.
She jumped away from it before the offender could even realize. “Oh, did I hit you?” Damien asked immediately he saw her rubbing her head while glaring at him. “Sorry.”
Arya shrugged it off, and replaced herself on the bare ground, for some reasons it felt very soothing.
Damien dropped the supplies he had bought and laid on his bed, while watching Arya by the corner of her eyes.
“She surely changed.” He pondered. “She isn’t trying to get to school. She eats more than before. She treats me freely too.”
The changes weren’t big or detrimental changes but they still bothered Damien.
Those changes were definitely how Arya would behave to a man who was her husband, whether this was arranged or not.
And she was also treating and speaking with him with some amount of informality that they never nurtured.
He sighed as he muttered. “And the only person I know, who speaks to me this way will be…. Anna Stark. Arya is actually mirroring how Anna treats me. No problem there, only….”
Only Anna was his friend and like a sibling to him, while Arya was a woman he loved and want to be his actual wife.
There was a clear difference. There should be a clear difference. Still, he couldn’t openly complain because he wasn’t sure if his theory was right.
And even if they were, Arya’s actions didn’t break the rules of the contract marriage.
She only had to act like his wife in front of others. With her current behavior, it could also compliment the act.
Damien rolled to his back, letting his head rest from much overthinking. What could he do to make her like him?
He was very aware that she liked someone else, though he believed it’s just a crush and nothing serious.
Arya finally sprang from the ground and was walking towards him. He sat up straight as she sat on the bed.
“You noticed I’m not going to school today, right? So could you do one little favor for me?” she tilted her head.
He smiled. Why was her tone like a child asking her dad for something? And this would be the first time she would be missing school. He wondered if something serious came up.
“Anything. What do you need?”
Arya grinned but then replied seriously. “I want you to call someone. Winx. Tell her I’m very ill, can’t move, have been depressed. I won’t come to school tomorrow too.”
Damien’s smile fell. That was the favor? She made it sound serious yet it was some childish prank?
He hesitated. “Are you serious? Are you all that then? Ill, can’t move and depressed?”
A sigh left Arya’s lips and she showed her palm. “Not really but I need to miss school today. She’s the only one at my school who’d worry so, for call her.”
Damien didn’t look convinced. Was there a reason he wanted her to call this Winx. “I don’t know this girl…”
“Winx is my best friend. Please call her, let me get her number…”
“Must I call her?” Damien asked. He clearly saw the small smirk on Arya’s face before it disappeared.
“Yes please. If I tell Anna to do it… Winx won’t believe her or will try to convince her to convince me about something I’ve made my mind up on.” Arya rumbled with the words.
Damien just stared blank at her. Was she really serious? What was she up to?