LOVATY 1.0
Cursing Yourself

“Qei!” call Rezvan while approaching the work desk of Qeiza. The girl had just arrived at the office at an hour that could be said to be almost too late.

He leaned back in his chair and turned to look at the co-worker who had been waiting for him since “Why?”

Rezvan also sat in the front seat of the work desk Qeiza “Ada what is the same Niskala? Why did you arrive - ask for a sudden meeting? Didn't you fix it yesterday?"

Qeiza with her disheveled face directly arrange her work desk with – items from her bag, “They say there is an adjustment to the criteria of the artist. So they want a list of artists - new artists.”

Rezvan was a little surprised “Means we have to recreate the list and meet again with them?” she asked.

“Don’t worry. We don’t have to remake it because I did it last night and we also do not need to meet with them because Calya who will meet with them,” explained the woman at length.

“Is she?” ask Rezvan in disbelief.

“Yeah,” replied Qeiza lazily.

“Alone?” the man still asked.

“Yeah..” replied the woman again.

“*When?”

"NOOW! Can you just leave me alone, cause I need a time to refresh my mind*.”

Rezvan leaves an irritated Qeiza and her desk. Poor Qeiza has not recovered from last night. As she was preparing for a break, her smartphone rang by showing Calya's name there.

His friend called in annoyance. Tell a long story to spend hours. Not stopping there, before ending his call he asked Qeiza to re-create the artist list and had to be sent that very night.

Qeiza barely had time to sleep, something she always had every night. Put him in a bad mood right now.

But Qeiza was not the only one who had a bad day atmosphere that day. In a different place, Calya was also in a similarly bad mood. He thought what happened last night was bad, but what happened today was worse and it might get worse later.

Sitting in a cafe this morning was not a bad thing for Calya, but the man in front of her was the cause. The man who arrived called him last night, said that the artist criteria they needed had changed and told him to prepare a new list artist to talk about again tomorrow morning.

The man who was currently reading some sheets of paper brought by Calya with a serious look. He's Ray, the man from Niskala who is currently his client.

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See her. Surely he felt that right now he looked cool with that serious look. Either he was reading the words from the paper or not. He didn't even tell me why those criteria could change and which parts changed more precisely. Now he also made me come to this cafe early morning – am.

More than 25 minutes had already passed without any clue. If until he arrives - suddenly cancel the change in criteria he said or ask me to recreate the list of artists with a strange reason, just be aware I will not stay silent. He's obviously planning something right now.

“OK!” Arriving to speak, made me a little surprised.

“Sorry?”, I'm still trying to be polite. “The number of artists in the list is enough,” he said again, I began not to understand.

“OK, so?”. I waited for him to finish his sentence, but he asked back like he did not understand what I meant “Ya?”

So I changed my question “Who will you choose?”

“Not yet,” he replied, maybe I misheard

“Sorry, I think you've decided”.

“Not before we did the interview,” for the second time I thought I heard wrong.

“Interview? When?” my many.

“Today,” the answer is relaxed.

“Today? But we haven't made an appointment?” I can't believe what he just said.

“It can be taken care of now. Kira - one - two hours is enough, right? We can still wait here first as long as the promise is taken care of.”

Justjust wonderful... This guy is amazing. I don't know what to say, I want to curse him now. If I don't remember her status as a client, I've left her here since.

There was no choice but to obey his orders. With a heavy heart took out my smartphone to contact the team at the office, asking them to finish it as soon as possible because I wanted to get out of this place as soon as possible.

I hung up the phone and went back to the table without a word. Even the business smiles I used to use at every meeting I don't want to show now.

“While waiting may want to order something?” he's starting to say stale – now.

“No, thank you!” my answer. Maybe I sounded sniffy just now, whatever I don't care. I saw him leave the table, finally a little breathing space for me.

Before long my smartphone rang, my team members called. They got the job done faster than expected, I thought.

However, after I picked up the phone line it turned out to be bad news that I heard. Haaaah.. I took a long breath. At the same time the man returned the shirt and asked me what was going on. I explained to him the news I just heard.

“We don't have to collect them in one place,” but it's a waste –.

“What?” I don't know why I can't understand what he's saying. Maybe my brain is getting tired or I just don't expect that answer from him.

It seemed like he could read that from my expression with his actions taking my smartphone and explaining it directly to my team members on the phone connection that had not been disconnected from earlier. What a strong-willed man, maybe I'm a little grateful for this one.

“Come go!” arrived – arrived he moved from his chair, making me confused.

“What? Where?”

“Interview of the artists on the list. Our list is long should we start now,” wait first let me digest the word – he said.

“Now? Can't you now?” I tried to make him understand that his advice sounded impossible.

“Can, if we change the way,” but of course it does not work.

“How to change?” hopefully he's not playing – play now.

“Instead of waiting for the opportunity to cuddle the artists in one place, faster if we are approaching them,” maybe he is playing – play now.

“Accommodate them? Meaning one by one?” how unlikely.

“One by one!” I took a breath, not believing what I had just heard.

“You're kidding?”

Maybe this is the norm, right?

“Why should I joke about work. What was? Mind it? It doesn't matter if you don't agree, you can interview several times. Then we should meet tomorrow, and tomorrow and tomorrow again.”.

“We're leaving now! ” My words cut the sentence. I thought I was praising him too soon.

‘Have I cursed myself?’

From earlier said – words that crossed - in my mind. Maybe the – words I said to myself this morning came true. ‘The situation will be even worse’ and that is indeed what is happening to me right now.

Stuck with this man at this time on the grounds of work. By midday, I had spent more than half a day with him. What we meant this guy did after leaving the cafe was tour around the artist's agency. From one agency to another, one artist to another, one interview to another.

I'm not going to question this interview, because this is the way out she thinks about the problems we're facing. It's just, whatever he did during the interview was right – pernar can't I understand.

First, he didn't tell me what to do during this interview. Second, he did not have at least a reference question for this interview. Yes, question. That's what I don't understand here.

Why are there so many strange questions in this interview? What's up with her?  I mean why is he asking questions – questions like ‘Are you a member of a particular sports club? What sport do you like? How many times do you exercise in a week? How many sports shoes do you have? How do you take care of your sports shoes?  Is he a Chanel Celebrities & Sport Reporter? If he was a member of my team, it is certain I would be angry – is angry now. But considering who he is, I better shut up.

True – is completely silent. During the interview and in the car. There was not a single conversation I had with him. Even though he tried to start a conversation like ‘ what time is it now?’ or ‘do we pass the right way?’ I just answer it. I don't know how much longer I have to be stuck in a situation like this.

“Come!” said it. I looked out the window, not the agency but the restaurant written there.

“This restaurant?” my many.

“Iya,” answer.

“Why are we here?” wait, why am I asking like that.

“Make what else? Of course to eat” he replied with a small smile.

“Why should we eat?” this moment feels weird.

“We are not machines, man needs to eat,” now he is instead making my question sound even stranger.

“Ya but her interview?” I'm trying to redirect the conversation back to her path.

“Lunch will last a year. Come!” again, he made my question sound stupid. Obviously I want fast – quickly go from here. He must think so too.

If you remember – remember indeed we have not had lunch while it is past lunch time. I think my stomach has sent a signal from earlier. Wait, did he hear my stomach? Don't – don't that's why he arrived – arrived stop by the restaurant. Hah.if it is, it means one more point to embarrass myself in front of him.

“So?” said arrived – arrived, “What?” I barely heard it.

“What message do you want?” I just ignored him talking.

“Oh, grilled chicken, rice equal orange juice. Thank you” I said to the waitress who had not since when there was near us. The waiter repeated our order before returning to the kitchen.

“Who exactly are you?”