Post by love love guilty on Oct 21, 2019 6:17:14 GMT -5
Klavette smiles and Nahyuta eats it up. He treats her with a different candor than the rest and she assumes it's because she's a young lady with a dazzling smile. She asks to leave work early and he allows it: it's a concession made to look accommodating to her dual careers, but it's probably because she's not really needed at the office for anything besides appearances. She stands waiting for her ride outside the offices, self-consciously adjusting herself to look good at any angle.
Klavette is already in a bad mood when she slides into the backseat of the car and the build and brand of the vehicle chafes her even more. " I don't want to make conversation, " is how she greets her driver. " So just drive. "
Whatever he lacks in appearances he makes up for in obedience, because off they go.
She stares angrily at the sky, as though it had a part to play in her departure. She'd left work early because Roger decided to spam her saying oh, the shooting for the video has to be done today because there was a guy who made a mistake in the scheduling and so-and-so can only be here for this long or else production will be put on hold and we can't just replace the guy because he's the guy and can't you just I don't know, do your little court thing later because this is really busting my balls princess and I need you to be here. The silver lining is that the conversation was entirely over texts, so at the very least, she was spared Roger's usual schmooze. He's always been pushy, but recently it's starting to rub her the wrong way.
Maybe it's a thing of overexposure, like getting sick of ice cream if you have it all the time. Her stomach growls.
The car pulls up to the studio and Klavette gets out, debating on if she should deduct a star from the final rating because the car kind of smelled weird. Either way, she fills her lungs with a deep breath of Roger-free air and heads inside.
" Roddie, what the hell is the matter with you? " she storms in. " You and this whole thing is a nightmare - "
Roger, lips peeling away from his mug before he could take a sip, descends on her like a whirlwind trying to fan flames. " Baby, sweetie, what-- "
" It's a fucking clownshow, Roddie! "
" Princess... "
" Don't you give me that bullshit again, I'm sick of the 'Princess' and the 'baby', you need to organize your shit! "
Roger cements his palms flat into her shoulders. " You didn't get my text, did you, dollface? "
" What? " She says, confused. It's true, she didn't check her phone. She stuffed it muted into in her handbag before she left the office.
" Yeah, I sent it to you almost two hours ago. I was able to reschedule everything... why'd you come all the way out here? "
" What? " She repeats. " Why the hell would you send a car if I wasn't supposed to be here? "
Roger wets the front of his teeth.
" I didn't. "
Klavette's brows knit together.
" You didn't? " she asks, wind sucked from her sails. " You said you were. "
" Nope. Like I said, hun. I texted you that I was able to work things out. "
When she scours Roger's face for a hint at a joke or a fib, he only looks back at her with the same face. It only takes a second to confirm Roger right: she checks her phone and there's his message. She looks back at him, at a loss for words. Roger tries to play it off.
" ... Listen, hey, why don't you stick around for a bit? Take a seat, watch some filming, I'll get you some coffee. "
Klavette nods numbly, her mind now replaying the entire car-ride over in her head. She's nauseous.
Klavette is already in a bad mood when she slides into the backseat of the car and the build and brand of the vehicle chafes her even more. " I don't want to make conversation, " is how she greets her driver. " So just drive. "
Whatever he lacks in appearances he makes up for in obedience, because off they go.
She stares angrily at the sky, as though it had a part to play in her departure. She'd left work early because Roger decided to spam her saying oh, the shooting for the video has to be done today because there was a guy who made a mistake in the scheduling and so-and-so can only be here for this long or else production will be put on hold and we can't just replace the guy because he's the guy and can't you just I don't know, do your little court thing later because this is really busting my balls princess and I need you to be here. The silver lining is that the conversation was entirely over texts, so at the very least, she was spared Roger's usual schmooze. He's always been pushy, but recently it's starting to rub her the wrong way.
Maybe it's a thing of overexposure, like getting sick of ice cream if you have it all the time. Her stomach growls.
The car pulls up to the studio and Klavette gets out, debating on if she should deduct a star from the final rating because the car kind of smelled weird. Either way, she fills her lungs with a deep breath of Roger-free air and heads inside.
" Roddie, what the hell is the matter with you? " she storms in. " You and this whole thing is a nightmare - "
Roger, lips peeling away from his mug before he could take a sip, descends on her like a whirlwind trying to fan flames. " Baby, sweetie, what-- "
" It's a fucking clownshow, Roddie! "
" Princess... "
" Don't you give me that bullshit again, I'm sick of the 'Princess' and the 'baby', you need to organize your shit! "
Roger cements his palms flat into her shoulders. " You didn't get my text, did you, dollface? "
" What? " She says, confused. It's true, she didn't check her phone. She stuffed it muted into in her handbag before she left the office.
" Yeah, I sent it to you almost two hours ago. I was able to reschedule everything... why'd you come all the way out here? "
" What? " She repeats. " Why the hell would you send a car if I wasn't supposed to be here? "
Roger wets the front of his teeth.
" I didn't. "
Klavette's brows knit together.
" You didn't? " she asks, wind sucked from her sails. " You said you were. "
" Nope. Like I said, hun. I texted you that I was able to work things out. "
When she scours Roger's face for a hint at a joke or a fib, he only looks back at her with the same face. It only takes a second to confirm Roger right: she checks her phone and there's his message. She looks back at him, at a loss for words. Roger tries to play it off.
" ... Listen, hey, why don't you stick around for a bit? Take a seat, watch some filming, I'll get you some coffee. "
Klavette nods numbly, her mind now replaying the entire car-ride over in her head. She's nauseous.