“Abigail, its Alexis, how are today?
“Alexis sweetheart, I’m assuming this is a business call?” She was a clever cookie, I guess she had to be, in her role.
“Yes, I need to schedule a meeting with you for Friday, in regards to the Tel V Awards. Mr Clark wants your overview delivered here preferably today so he can peruse it and then discuss with you at the meeting. As you can imagine, he has back to backs from Thursday onwards, but I have reserved a time slot for you at 9:30am.”
“Certainly, I’m one step ahead of you, Samantha and Chelsea are on their way with the overview now.”
“You’re one of a kind Abigail, thank you.” I hung up the phone. I miss her, I really could’ve learnt a lot from that wonderful lady. The elevator doors opened and Samantha bounced out, I still needed to get to the bottom of this thing with Gareth, he just gives me a bad vibe and I didn’t think Samantha had a clue what she could be getting herself into. A tall leggy blonde followed behind her. What is that Bitch doing here? It was licking lips lady.
“Alexis, long time no see, are you snobbing me now that you are up here in the ‘Penthouse’?” She poked her bottom lip out and pouted at me.
“Of course not Sweetie, actually I wanted to catch up for lunch sometime this week.”
“Sounds good, listen have you met Chelsea? She has filled your position.” Are you shitting me? Chelsea stepped up to stand beside Samantha, she towered over me as I sat in my seat.
“We haven’t met per se but I was witness to Alexis’ Self Defence skills this morning.” She was hopeless at trying to cover up her contempt for me with a smile.
“Oh, that’s right, Mr Clark asked you to take the class so that you could promote it to guests. Do you know Self-Defence Alexis?”
“No, Mr Clark apparently needed a Guinea Pig and chose me!” The door to Bryce’s office opened and he entered the foyer, it was Samantha who spoke first.
“Good morning Mr Clark, here is the overview you requested from Abigail.” She went to hand it to him.
“Thank you Samantha, but you can leave that with Alexis. Ah, Ms Hogan, can I have a moment in my office please.” She smiled sweetly at him.
“Of course Mr Clark.” He motioned her towards his office and as she walked past he placed his hand at the small of her back and followed her in. I was literally fuming inside, I wanted to army roll across my desk, kick down the door, pounce on this Chelsea bitch and scratch her brown freakin eyes out. Then, I wanted to demonstrate to Bryce just what it would feel like if my Hammer-Punch had in fact connected with force to his groin this morning. Alexis, bury your WWE Alter Ego and get a grip.
“Urgh, I hate her Alexis.” What? Samantha had dropped her head on my desk. Don’t worry Hun, I hate her too.
“Why? What’s been happening?” I missed the interaction with her and Charlie, their gossip sessions were always amusing.
“She thinks her shit don’t stink, just because Daddy owns a Helicopter Charter Company out in Essendon and she has a Pilot Licence and she is 6ft tall and can speak fluent French, Italian and Greek and Blah Blah Blah.” Her voice trailed off like a whinging toddler. Pilot Licence? I hate her unconditionally now.
“Anyway, gotta go, we have so much to organise for the Tel V’s this week, it’s such a huge event, I had no idea. Did you know 4Life are performing and staying in one of the Villas? It’s going to be crazy!” 4Life were the hottest boy band in the world right now, this place was going to be swarming with hypersensitive teenage girls and Charlotte, OMG Charlotte is going to drive me crazy, she adored 4Life.
“Ok Sam, lunch tomorrow?”
“Yeah should be fine.”
Shortly after Samantha left, Bryce buzzed my phone.
“Alexis, can you have Sebastian bring up a bottle of the Chandon Rose, a Club Sandwich and a Crab Baguette, please.” Then he hung up. Fucking Crab Baguette, you can stick your Crab Baguette up your arse. I dialled Sebastian and placed the order. I was mad, but why? Bryce had done nothing wrong really, maybe it was just the fact that this Chelsea bitch was a cocky, little stuck up mole and was clearly making her moves on Bryce, then again, why should this make me mad? There’s not one single woman on this planet that wouldn’t want to make a move on him, I can’t really blame her, he was single. Was I jealous? I think I was, I think I was jealous of the fact that he had declared he wanted me and had made me cross a very strict line when we kissed and now he was just moving on to fresh meat, so yes, I was jealous and pissed off and rightly so. Should’ve added Peanut Butter to his bloody Club Sandwich. Sebastian pushed a food trolley out of the elevator.