Friday, 6:00 PM
I'm overwhelmed on the bed today while doing research. You know I have to prepare for the meeting. But this time, I'm researching about the Roswell Company. Wow, it's so famous. Why didn't I know that?
But wait, why is there no picture of Mr. Ezekiel Roswell? What does he look like? It's tense.
I couldn't help but dance and sing when my cell phone's ringtone rang.
🎶I'm a barbie girl, in a barbie world, the life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair undress my everywhere~ 🎶
I picked the call. "Hello!"
"Moo! It took you so long to answer my call. You've listened your ringtone again, haven't you?"
I laughed at his opening. "Of course, why were you called, Moo?"
Oh, maybe this gay guy will borrow some clothes from me. Or maybe he has a type who can go to University and ask for help?
NICO JEISZ YOUNG'S P.O.V.
YOW! I'm Nico Jeisz Young-Aemie's 'Moo'. And speaking of Aemie, I'll ask her out tomorrow. Call me....
It took a long time to answer.
"Hello!"
That's what I like about her, she's always hyper.
"Moo! It took you so long to answer, you've listened your ringtone again, haven't you?"
Apparently, she's Barbie's number 1 fan. Just seeing Barbie makes her day. She's so shallow, isn't she?
"Of course, why were you summoned, Moo?"
Why was I called? I knew I had something to say, right? Well, why can't I remember now? All I know is, I want to hear the voice of the person I love.
Yes, I love Aemie. It's been a long time.
"A-Ah…yeah…."
What?! P*cha! Why is it that when it comes to Aemie, I feel so stupid? It's like Aemie just doesn't know, she's so numb. Doesn't she feel that I love her?
AEMIE ROMERO'S P.O.V.
I was currently in my room when Moo called. I was excited to confirm if he was gay. I wonder, maybe he's already dating someone at university, eh.
"Ahmm, Moo? I have a question...."
"Oh? What's up, Moo?"
"Do you like anyone at university, Moo?"
"H-Huh? You know that already?"
"I just feel like, stop pretending, Moo. I know your secret," I said laughing.
That's right! I already know you're gay. Me too! This is my intelligence.... I inherited it from Mommy.
"How did you... know?"
Confirmed! He's my sister! But why does his tone of voice sound so nervous? Hey... he probably thinks I won't accept that he's a slut.
"Moo, don't ask me how I knew. The important thing is, I accept you for who you are. I love you even though you are like that."
"He, ah… uh, because….
"AEMIE, GET DOWN! YOU'RE NOT ANSWERING ME ANYMORE, IT'S SO OLD! IT'S SO OLD! WHAT? ARE YOU GOING TO STAND THERE OR ARE YOU GOING TO LEAD US TO THE KITCHEN?!"
"Moo, just on Monday, huh? Insan is angry, eh. I'm calling. Bye!"
I immediately put down the phone and started packing my things.
"Oh, Insan... why are you yelling at me?" I asked Insan in surprise when I saw her leaning against my bedroom door with her arms folded.
"I've been calling you for dinner for a while now, but you're not answering."
Or? Is she calling? I immediately checked my cell phone. There was no missed call from Insan, ah! I guess she was tripping me.
She just stared at me while I looked back and forth between her and my cell phone.
"Why are you still looking at your phone, Aemie?"
"Nothing, Insan, you said you were calling. Well, there are no missed calls on my phone." I just scratched my head. Insan came over and immediately hit me. "Oh, no, Insan! If you can hit me, what's the point?" I whined while pouting.
"Ask Barbie, maybe she'll answer that for you," She said firmly, turning around and leaving the room.
I looked at the lone Barbie sitting on my side table. "We'll settle the score later after I eat, Barbie."
NARRATOR'S P.O.V.
6:00 PM
As usual, Mr. Ezekiel Roswell was busy working when something suddenly occurred to him.
"I love you, hon."
"I love you too, hon."
He's trying to concentrate on what he's doing but nothing else comes to his mind except that woman.
He pulled the drawer of his table to get a glass and something else.
Well, it's not alcohol. So you're having trouble getting a Chuckie +20% more chocolatey?
Oh, come on!
After a few minutes of thinking and drinking, he pressed the number 1 button of his desk phone which is connected to his secretary.
KATE ALONZO'S P.O.V.
"SHEMS! Sir called me!" I immediately grabbed the mirror from my sling bag and quickly checked if I looked okay.
Hair? Check! Foundation? Check! Blush on? Check!
Eye shadow? Check! Curly lashes? Check! "Perfect!"
Red and kissable lips? Check it out!
I hurried to Sir's office and tidied up a bit before knocking twice.
"Come in."
Shems! Sir's voice is really handsome, I hope he'll look at me. Since I started working here as his secretary, he's never looked at me. Literally, he looks at me. Oh well! He's like that with anyone, eh. Even in business meetings, he always just looks at the paper.
And all my life, I've done nothing but dress up just to get his attention. You know what? I'm his secretary, but I'm lucky if Sir calls me three times a week. Normally, he only calls me once. That's a bummer, right?
"Uhmm, Sir, do you need anything?"
Probably! What kind of question is that? Shems, he might fire me. My question is stupid.
Please don't!
"I need my full schedule for Monday."
Oh! Good thing I brought it. I looked at the memo pad I had with me and started reading it. "Meeting with the Stone Hurst University's representative at 9:00 AM, appointment with Mr. Chua at 10:00 AM, lunch meeting with Mr. Arellano at 11:00 AM-"
"Stop."
Stop?
"Cancel the first one."
"Sir? But, Sir, it's important that-"
"You may now leave."
What? Why was it canceled? What is that?! I'm the one who will have a hard time explaining this to the university.
I left Sir's office, which was unfortunate, of course, "Is there anything new?" And he didn't look at me again.
EZEKIEL ROSWELL'S P.O.V.
Stone Hurst University? The university owned by the family of my ex-girlfriend who left me years ago for some random douchebag.
I'm so stupid to believe that forever do exist, that love do exist. But in the end, It turns out she's only after me for money. What a great pretender.
Women are all the same, they don't want anything else but money.
But still, I love her. And I hate this goddamn heart of mine! I clenched my fist in anger.
AMESYL CROSS' P.O.V.
When I got downstairs, I immediately went straight to the kitchen to eat. They were too lazy to move, they were too slow. I saw Tita still watching Powerpuff Girls in the living room. If Insan is addicted to Barbie, Tita is really into Powerpuffs.
Hey, I'm fine!
A few moments later, Aunt arrived, followed by Aemie.
"Oh, Insan, are you eating?" Insan asked while pulling a chair to the table.
I just continued eating. "Not yet, Insan, I'm still outside. It's just my conscience that you see," I replied as I picked up my dish.
I stopped eating when I saw that she still wasn't sitting down.
"Baby Ae, where are you going?" Auntie asked in surprise. Auntie was already sitting next to me, I didn't even notice. Man, I guess I'm addicted too.
"I'll just call Insan outside," Aemie said.
Oh, you idiot! Is this serious or a joke? I looked at Aemie, and Tita frowned. This seemed like a good scene, so I stopped eating food for now and just watched them and their mother.
I saw Insan turn around and was about to walk out when Auntie suddenly called her.
"Okay, Baby Yes!"
Wow! For the first time, Auntie seems to be in the right frame of mind.
"I'll call Amesyl. Sit down and eat."
I take back what I said. Those are just some of the daily scenes that happen in this house.
AEMIE ROMERO'S P.O.V.
Tomorrow, It's Saturday and I don't have school today. So here I am, walking to the Roswell Company to gather information about the owner. What do you think of me, you idiot? I looked at the map I was holding and I think I'm close.
🎶"Aemie Barbie girl, in a Barbie world, life in plastic, it's fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination, life is your creatio-ARAY!" 🎶
I'm still singing, eh. Why is there a staircase here? I looked up and...
"WOW!"
Is this the Roswell Company? It's terrible! It's so big. Even if I spent a month walking around inside it, I still wouldn't be able to see it all.
I suddenly had second thoughts about joining the company. What does Mr. Ezekiel Roswell look like? He's famous but I couldn't find a single picture of him on the Internet. But based on what I've read, he's a snob, doesn't know how to smile, is strict, smart, thinks of nothing else but work, and he's a man of few words. I can already imagine what he looks like.
Panot, old, a bit fat, his face wrinkled from old age and he wears glasses. So all I need to do is find someone who looks like that.
That's right! You're really smart, Aemie!
I started walking towards the entrance of the building but the guard immediately stopped me. KJ!
"Miss, excuse me... do you have a pass?"
Pass? Why does it ask for a pass? Is this really the case? Why do the others only ask for a link to my Facebook account or an email address? Here, the password is right there?
Anyway, big time, eh.
"Aemiebarbie143, all lowercase letters," I said and started walking inside again.
The guard frowned and blocked me with two others. What the hell is that?!
"What you're saying is wrong, Ma'am. I'm sorry, but you're not allowed to enter."
I was about to fight the three guards but I was slapped on the forehead when I suddenly remembered something! What was that?! You're really stupid, Aemie! I changed my password last night because Barbie didn't talk to me anymore, so we're a bit LQ now.
"Aemissyoubarbie143," I said, but they just frowned again.
"Ma'am, please grant our request."
It's a pass! It's a pass, isn't it? Does that look like an email address? They immediately said it was wrong, they haven't even checked my FB to see if it's correct. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more and I'll start crying.
I turned around and walked a little away from them. Hey, what's that... am I going home crying?