Miss Olivia

Walking through the busy streets, I made my way towards the guy I knew would repair the phone for me. Knocking at his door, I was welcomed by his workmate, whom I never liked.

Swalowing my ego, I asked, “Hello, is James available?“

The guy sized me up and down and replied, "He isn't available, but I can take care of your issue.“ He looked at the phone I was holding.

“No thanks. It's him I needed.“ I said while scanning my eyes around to see if I could find him. I know how bitchy his workmate can be.

What a freaking liar he has always been. As if he had realized I was suspecting him, he leaned against the wall and told me:

“He is not around, ma'am. You can give me the phone, and I'll take care of it. You just need to tell me what's wrong with it.“ He insisted, trying to get the phone out of my hand.

“I said, It's James I need.“ I responded through gritted teeth, annoyance pressing into my voice. “Besides, what makes you think it's the phone I want repaired? I am only here to catch up with my old friend.“ I rolled my eyes at him.

“I doubt that, ma'am. Your hope is obviously having a problem. I mean, look, the screen is broken.“ He smirked, wriggling his brows toward the phone.

Shaking my head in disbelief, I turned the phone, pressing the screen on my tummy, and raised my head to look at him. “Well, congratulations for having eagle eyes, but it's James I would like to hand over my phone to, not you.“

He closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath, obviously offended by what I had said. I am not the first one who has ever walked into this repair shop, refused him, and only demanded James.

Every customer who walks in here does the same. We aren't to blame, though; it's him.

Only if he had been less nosy, respected people regardless of their gender and age, and wouldn't judge them according to the type of phone they brought in to be repaired would he have a lot of customers, given that he is always there compared to James.

People were always ready to wait for James, even for eternity, but only to have him serve them. I swept my gaze all over his face, wondering why it was that he had refused to change this ugly attitude of his.

Wasn't he seeing how much he was losing? At the end of the day, what does he tell his boss since I am sure that he always has nothing to give?

Romours says that he is the boss's son, and that's why, even though at the end of the day he never makes a penny, he never gets fired.

How true is that? I don't know, and I don't care.

“I wonder what James offers to you all. Everyone coming in here wants James. Am I not a professional like him? What do I lack?“ He held his hands on his hips and asked in annoyance, his voice snapping me back to reality.

“You should ask yourself that. Not me. When will he be coming back?“ I responded and asked.

“I don't know.“ He shruggled while crosing his hands under his chest. “He may, or he may never.“ He grinned.

“And what's that supposed to mean, that he may or may not?" I asked, furrowing my brows in confusion. I took my phone from my purse and tried to make a call to him, but his phone was switched off.

“Who knows? Maybe the boss finally realized that he had been snatching away my customers, and he finally fired him.“ He said, a wicked smile plastering across his face.

I snorted, “I don't believe that. You rarely repair a single phone in a day, while he repairs hundreds. Will your boss be that fool and leave you here only to undergo a loss?“

He clenched his fists and glared hard at me. “What's that supposed to mean, ma'am?“

Good. I had gotten on his nerves. He would now leave me alone. I know that for sure.

Shruggling my shoulders, I responded, “Nothing. I was just saying, but if you think I meant something, then so be it.“

“I knew it," he slammed his fists on the table. “You are low-key calling me a loser, aren't you?“

“I didn't.“ I chuckled. “Perhaps your conscience called you so.“

“Screw you!“ He raised his middle finger to me.

Walking to the sofa where customers made themselves comfortable while waiting for their electronics to be repaired, I crossed my leg over the other and warned him, "Be careful, or else you'll end up suffering from high blood pressure.“

He gritted his teeth angrily, screamed like the wild dog he was, and disappeared behind a thick yellow curtain.

“Better.“ I sighed, lifting my legs and putting them on the small wooden table in front of the couch. I took out my phone again and tried making a call to James, but it was still switched off. “Should I really let this asshole repair it?“ I asked myself while looking at the yellow curtain.

Noises of things being thrown around and angry growls echoing through the room fill the air. “Probably not a good time.“ My wolf chuckled.

The time was tickling, and I needed to know who had called Alpha Maseno. He'll be the one who will let us know what has affected him that much.

If it were true that someone is dead, then who is? I have tried calling Beta Sony so many times to see if he can come over, but his phone was never answered. After a short time, it went directly to voice mail.

“Could it be that Beta Sony has broken up with him?“ My wolf asked from the back of my head. I rose from the chair and slapped my cheek, wincing at the amount of pain shooting through my body.

“You can't think of such a thing, Olvia. You freaking can't.“ My conscience warned.

Beta Sony meant the world to Alpha Maseno. I myself, who at first never understood why he would fall in love with another man, finally came to accept that he would marry his fellow man and approve of their relationship when I saw how happy he was.

I even bought some roses, paid a visit to his mother's grave, and apologized to her if I had done the wrong thing by accepting his love. That day, before I left the cementry, it rained cats and dogs, and I was happy to know that his mother also had no problem with having a male daughter-in-law.

You might think I am crazy by thinking she had no problem because of the rain, right? Well, I am not. Before Sakina passed away, she had told me that anytime I would want to talk to her, seek her permission before doing anything to her son since she had made me promise that I'd take care of him as my own son, or seek to know if what I had done to him was satisfying to her, it would rain if she had no problem.

I guess you already know what it would have meant if it never rained.

My phone rang, jarring me from my thoughts. I pulled it from my purse and stared at the caller ID.

It was Kiara.

“What is it, my child?“ I asked, worry etching on my face and voice.

"It's... it's Alpha Maseno.“ She stammered.

“What is wrong with him?“ I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She stayed silent for a minute.

A heavy silence tortured me before she finally responded, “I don't know how to say it over the phone. Just come, please.“

“Why are you crying? Is everything alright?“ I asked in a shacky voice when I heard her sniffing.

"I...just come, please,” she said as my phone slipped off my hand. No, it can't be.

It. Fucking. Can't.

I thought, slumping on the couch because of how wobbly my legs had become.