Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Chapter twenty five.

Zack's POV.

The next morning, I learnt that Susan won't be going to work. The company where she works have given them a leisure period as she likes to call it. She mentioned that they probably will be opening a new gala, and if that should happen, there will be a night ball party coming soon.

James is still around as well, still being kept by Susan. She had taken him out to see some of the interesting places in Los Angeles, and I would have loved to go with them, but I don't feel too okay. My head hurts a little, and right now, I'm in the dining room, sitting on one of the chairs, drinking the soup Susan prepared for me.

She has such nice hands to prepare such great soup. Even in my inability to eat, I can't stop supping up the soup. And much to my advantage, she helped me cook much of it, so I'm at bliss, let me say.

I grab the last bowl I had promised myself to have, having thought that I'll remain the rest of the soup for them when they arrive, so at least they have something quick to eat before cooking, or ordering.

My legs lead me to the living room, where I find a couch, and plop down. Turning on the TV, I watch the program. Since it's a theater station, I pay attention to the current supernatural movie.

My phone dings, and I turn the screen on. Oh, I have a message from my email, and it is from Black Script. Oh, wait, it looks like something worth my undivided focus. I manage myself to stand up quickly, not caring about the fact that the headache almost knocked me out. Gosh, that hurts.

Less-troubling for me, my laptop is already on the dining table, so I just walk back there with the bowl. It doesn't take me long to turn it on, and await in anxiousness as it comes alive. Once the desktop is on, I open the email instantly.

Subject: Re; Invitation To The New Black Script.

From: Kyra Karen

To: Zack Miles

Four minutes ago

Hello,

The Black Script is sorry for the inconveniences we might be giving our selectees, but we have to, for thorough knowledge that those that are applied have nothing but full and undivided spirit for the job.

We have reviewed your submission, and will love to let you know that we are looking forward to seeing you in our company tomorrow. You will be interviewed more.

For more enquires, and questions you might have, including complaints, feel free to message me. I'll reply to it as soon as I can. We hope you understand this current affairs from us to you.

Best regards,

Kyra Karen, consultant at The Black Script.

**

The moment I finish reading the mail, the door opens, and entering is Susan and James. Both of them are laughing at an exchange they were sharing. Once inside, placing their sights on me, they stop laughing and approach my position on the dining table.

James is carrying whatever it is they have shopped. So, please someone should answer me, when will she stop using James' muscles as human power? I ask myself inwardly. It is so annoying, but anyway, that's not my concern. He offered to help too, I chuckle at that. Even he wants to or doesn't want to, he can't win over Susan. She's just the penetrating type, never backs out.

"Hey, how're you doing?"

"Good...at least better." I answer, as she root out canned foods from the white nylon bag.

"What are these?" I pick one of canned drinks and open it. As I drink, I say. "You really need to stop troubling James. Thank goodness, he'll be leaving today."

"I wasn't troubling him, I was only helping him burn more calories."

"Wow, Miss know-how, well done."

"Yeah, thanks dear." She says, already using my own sarcasm against me. Now, I'm the one huffing, instead of it being her.

James stays in silence, watching us both with calculating eyes, as he place on hand on his chin while the other is on his lap.

I pick one of the other drink, and pass it to him, "you need one."

"Thanks." Is the only thing he says, and yeah, it is enough.

"So, what's with the laptop?" Susan ask, as she settles down on another chair. She peaks at the mail, and read it too. "Oh. Wait what? Tomorrow?"

"Yeah," I scoff, laughing at my own predication. It is funny the way this company is working, "I don't even know why all this is happening. It is not professional of them at all. Know anything?" My question is directed to Susan.

She hums, "maybe. I think it's all because of this billionaire that wants to buy the company...or maybe already bought it. I don't really follow the company on social media anymore." She adds in, causing thoughts of different kinds to roam my head. What if they have changed their procedures? Or what if their efficiency decreases because of this change? One thing that makes Black Script one of the best in Los Angeles is because of their personality towards their writers, they treat them right, it's one of the factors why I applied.

"Oh, what's the person's name?"

"That, I don't know. But the billionaire's a man." She state simply, and chew on a chicken pie.

"I'll search for him." When I look to my side, I don't see James on his seat anymore. When did he stand, and where did he even go?

Oh, my eyes catch him at the living room, watching the movie I was following.

"You seem to care about him." Susan whispers.

"You know I care about him." I retaliate, but didn't shun her off.

She nods, and looks back to where James is. "He seems like a very good companion. We shared talks, and he is a good conversationalist. It is pretty a good taste you've got there, cuz." She remarks, making me want to blush.

But then, when those thoughts troubling me came again, I furrow my brows, while still searching the engine for the new billionaire that just bought the Black Script.

"I don't know, Susan."

"Hmm?"

"I don't think we will last. He has to go back to his Uncle, while I have to work here. I just feel like we will never work." I say my heart out to her, meaning each and every word. She grab my shoulder, and look into my eyes.

"Go for what it is you want, and risk wisely. That is my advice."

"You are such a witch, very very bad at motivating."

"I never said I wanted to motivate you. I advised and they can either be bad or good."

"Your problem...now, get out, let me concentrate." I roll my eyes at her, and she backs away, going back to the pie in her hands.

In few more seconds, I find the picture of the new owner of Black Script. "I found the billionaire." I say out loud that it even caught James' attention.

"Who is it?" Susan ask, unfazed by my earlier pull. I pout at her, and answer anyway. "Em, a Hitler Richard." I say to Susan, even though she's already off her seat and at my behind, staring into the screen with me.

"Wow. He's even a thick black man." When she said so, I hear a ruffle from the living room. James is behind me as well, staring into the screen.

"He seem very rich. I should find time to read his bio." I say much to myself than to either of them.

"Is that the man who bought the company you want to work for?" James ask me, his tone is...I don't know, it's not his usual tone. Oh, yes, that reminds me, why would he stand up at the mention of the man's name? Is there any complications?

"Yes." I answer, stopping myself from overthinking again. I think of too many possibilities, which affects. It brings me to a conclusion that doesn't worth my worry at all. "Why do you ask?"

"Nothing. Why did you search up his name in the first place? What was the mail they sent you?" He doesn't sound okay, but then, my thoughts...

I clear my throat. "They said I should come for interview tomorrow, that they need committed writers, so they will be interviewing us...me again." I answer his question, and look over to him. Susan is already scrolling down the screen, reading the man's bio. She's a fan of things like this, you can't blame her, it's her acting part, not her fault.

James looks down, frowning. "What's it?"

He doesn't answer me right away, "I'm not leaving anymore until Monday, hopefully." He even adds hopefully...he's planning to stay here? Oh, God. As much as it thrills me, I still have doubts to this sudden change.

"Why?" My words are picked carefully, now that I know how sensitive he can be at things that gives him a hard time.

"Because I need some things to settle."

"And they are here in Los?"

If so, how come I didn't know? Most especially, how come he hadn't informed me yesterday's night? He sounded utterly truthful to me last night when he said he'd be leaving, but now that he's changed his mind all of the sudden, something seems off.

"Yes." And with that, he walks back to the living room, breaking himself off my scrutiny.