Chapter 32

Gabby sighed and turned to Triffany. "Don't give ears to him. Are you hungry?" She asked with a kind smile.
"I have eaten, I went to my cousin's place," Triffany told her.
"Okay, I'm about to head out to a party, do you care to join me?" She asked
"No thanks. I better rest."
"Okay. I will be back late. So goodnight." Gabby told her and left the house.
Triffany exhaled softly, she knows Gabby was a wealthy lady but she was surprised that she did go out to party and stay out long.
She wonders what she has to do now to keep herself busy, she know that upstairs in the room was Carlos and she doesn't want to face him
She looked over to the dining table where the plate and food Carlos used to eat dinner still lay. She went over to clear the table.
Carlos who was upstairs came out of his room with his phone in his ear. "Don't worry I would show up at your office tomorrow, I will handle the rest, I promise you it would be a success."
He turned his eyes and saw Triffany who was clearing the table and he frowned. "I will phone my secretary to send you the file immediately." With that, he ended the call.
He turned his eyes on Triffany again. "What are you doing?" He asked, walking downstairs.
Triffany looked up at him and arched her brow. "As you can see." She rolled her eyes to continue clearing the table.
"You should call the maid to do that." He put his hands into his pocket, his eyes still fixed on her.
"I can do it myself." She sounds cold, why can't he go away and let her be.
Just now he had said he doesn't appreciate hearing her name, can't he also ignore her.
Carlos leans to the wall and his eyes darkened. "Not that doing this doesn't fit you." He smirked and Triffany paused to look at him. "But, my plates are so special and expensive, you might break them." He continues.
Triffany scoffed and gave him a hard glare, this man was downgrading her.
It seems he noticed her raising anger, but continue. "That's the truth, my maids are better than you in handling task." He smirked.
Triffany bits down her lips, she knew he was trying to get her angry, but she won't give him what he wants. "Are you done?" She asked sarcastically. "What's your problem?"
She faced him with a furrowed brow. "Why don't you give it a rest." She curled her lips upward. "I understand what you're trying to say all this while."
Her face became gloomy. "I won't touch your stuff, I'm going to use my things, I'm going to lie on the couch and not go close to the room which you told me to stay off."
Tears filled her eyes as she continues. "I'm not going to touch your meals too. Is there something else I haven't mentioned..." She looked at him.
"Ah.." she recalled another and sniffles. "I won't care if you stay out late and I won't wait up for you, I'm going to stay out of your way, so please..." Her voice because hoarse. "Do the same." She said softly.
"Good thing you heard it well." He smirked. Triffany couldn't bear looking at this man. She turned around and walked upstairs to the room she shared with Carlos.
She had to take her bath and also rest, she also has to check her email if she had any reply on her past interviews.
Triffany took her bath and sits on the couch in the room she shared with Carlos, she opened her laptop and went through her email.
Tiffany's eyes got wide in surprise and excitement. “Yes!” she shouted and jump up from her couch. “Finally.” Her eyes were filled with tear. “I made it.” She bits down her lip.
Carlos who was sitting on the bed looked at her, his brow furrowed. “Hey!” Triffany turned her eyes to look at him. “You are not acting a drama here, and I’m not auditioning you, so cut it off.”
“I get it,” Triffany said with a smile on her lips. “I got in. I got a job finally.” Carlos watched her mutter. “I finally got a real job.” She sits back on the couch with happy tears in her eyes.
Carlos smirked and leans back, crossing his arms. “How funny.” He said sarcastically. “You’re so happy you got a job.” He scoffed and Triffany turned her face to look at him. “Well, you ought to be, since it’s your first time.”
Triffany rolled her eyes. “You can’t make me angry now okay. “ she got up from the couch, she was too happy to let him offend her.
She walked over to her closet and brought out some of her clothes, checking them out on the mirror to know the one that will look better on her.
None suit her taste, she groans, she has to buy some dress for her first day tomorrow. She checked her purse and was only having little cash with her. It will not be enough to purchase any elegant dress.
She picked up her phone and called Allison who answered on the first ring. ”Hello, Allison.”
“Triffany have you arrived home?” Allison asked from the other side of the line, it seems like Triffany call had just woken her from her sleep.
“Yes, and guess what?” Triffany said with excitement in her voice.
“What?” Allison asked softly.
“I have gotten a job.” She told her happily.
“Seriously!” Allison was wide awake now and was smiling.
“I will read the message to you,” Triffany said, hurrying over to her laptop she reads it out loud. “Congratulation Triffany Joey, you have been chosen as one of the talented writers in Chixobest company. We hereby inform you to drop ten o’clock tomorrow morning.” She finished reading and exhaled softly. “That’s all.
“For real?”
“For real,” Triffany repeated happily.
“This calls for celebration.” Allison smiled.
“Yes, party, party!” Triffany chuckled
Carlos who was tired of her disturbing voice put on his headphone but he could still hear her. “So you would come over tomorrow after everything.”
“Yes…but 911.” Triffany used the emergency code.
Allison understands and muttered. “Shoot.”
Triffany looked over at Carlos and was glad he has a headphone on. “I don’t have a fancy dress.” She pouts.
“I have got many.” Allison cheerfully said.
“Not your style, I mean my style,” Triffany said sharply. She was taller than Allison and her clothes would be tight on her.
“So..”
“Can you lend me two hundred dollars?” She asked.
“Triffany, I haven’t received my monthly salary yet, I’m not sure about that, I can only lend you fifty dollar,” Allison told her softly.
“Fifty dollars.” Triffany scoffed. “Is that all you have to offer?”
“Yes.”
Triffany frowned. “it wouldn’t be enough.” She exhaled softly.
“Ask your husband for money,” Allison suggested. “He has millions.”
Triffany looked over at Carlos who was wearing a headphone and going through his laptop, she can’t ask him to help her, they have already agreed to mind each others business and she had made up her mind not to ask him for anything.
“Never mind. Goodbye Allison, I will just think of what to do.” They said goodbye and she ended the call.
“This is frustrating.” She mumbled and looked at her opened closet.
Carlos took off his headphone and closed his computer. “So much for the excitement. You will be disqualified.” He lay down on the bed. “Writer?” He scoffed. “Talented.” He smirked. “You should just put on any dress since you won’t get in,”
Triffany looked at him and raised her brow. “What do you mean?”
Carlos rest his chin on his hands and looked over at Triffany. “Just looking at you, I’m sure you have a low IQ in writing. You should save the little cash you have.
He put his head on the pillow. “And please whenever you get any other job, don’t scream too loud, because nothing good will come out of it.” He switches off the sidelight and closed his eyes.
Triffany eyes were filled with tears, what type of man had she married, she curled herself up on the couch and buried her face on her knees crying in the dark.