MY LIFE IS A MESS
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CHAPTER 2: MY LIFE IS A MESS
SOPHIE ANDERSON:
After he said his name, he leaned against his car and made a phone call. Within a few minutes, a Rolls-royce pulled in front of him and a middle aged man came down and took the keys of the Maybach from him while he drove the Rolls-Royce away.
The middle aged man turned to me and said, “Miss, you're in a lot of trouble. The boss doesn't forgive anyone who bashes his car.”
That means I wasn't the first. So it's not completely crazy to bash someone's car. But why Maybach of all the cars in this city?
I heaved a sigh, entered my rickety car and drove away. My bumper was damaged but that was the least of my problems right now.
My phone buzzed again and I glanced at the screen, wishing it was a good news. But it seems today was just cursed. It was a text from my potential client, Mrs. Carter.
"I don’t do business with people who don’t value time. Good luck."
I glanced at my phone screen again, it was already 9:30 in the morning.
Just perfect.
My day is completely ruined.
I tried to call Mrs. Carter when I got to the shop but she wasn't picking up.
I sat dejectedly in my tiny event management shop, my hands trembling as I went through all the message I had received today.
The most threatening of them all was the one from my landlord. Rent due. No extensions.
Oh great!
In addition to being broke, I'm about to become homeless.
As if things weren’t bad enough, I had missed my appointment with Mrs. Carter, a potential client whose deal would have covered my rent.
I held back the tears as I buried my head in my hands. My life was a mess right now. My father's debt is waiting to be paid, Emily needs money for school, my rent is due, and I bashed a billionaire’s Maybach.
Yet I don't have a dime to my name.
My fingers hovered over my phone before I typed:
Sophie: Becky, I just want to die.
I hit send before I could talk myself out of it.
Seconds later, my phone buzzed.
Becky: WHAT?! Where are you??
I sighed.
Sophie: The shop.
I expected her to reply, but she didn’t. Instead, thirty minutes later, the glass door swung open so hard I thought it would shatter.
Becky hurried in, looking very worried. "Sophie Anderson, what the hell do you mean by I just want to die?"
I groaned, and tried to blink the tears away but a drop already slipped down my cheeks. "I don't know what to do, Becky."
She held my shoulders. "Sophie, talk to me, what's the problem?"
I exhaled slowly and narrated my ordeal. "As if I don't have enough in my hands already, I hit some rich jerk’s car today, got delayed, missed my appointment, and lost a huge client. Oh, and my rent is due, and I don’t have the money."
Becky’s eyes softened as she took the seat across from me. "Okay, just take a breathe, Sophie. Let’s take this one step at a time. Who’s the rich jerk?"
I waved a hand dismissively. "Some arrogant guy with a Maybach. He demanded I pay for the repairs, which I obviously cannot afford."
Her brows shot up. "Wait. Maybach? Are we talking about Damien Sinclair?"
I frowned. "I think that's him. His name sounded like that."
Becky grabbed her phone and pulled up an image. "Was it this guy?"
I glanced at the screen and nodded.
"Yes! That’s him!"
Becky whistled. "Sophie… you hit Damien Sinclair’s car? Are you crazy? He’s a billionaire! CEO of Sinclair Enterprises!"
I groaned. "Great. So, I didn’t just piss off a rich guy. I pissed off the rich guy."
She sighed. "Well, at least he didn’t sue you."
I snorted. "Not yet."
Becky reached for my hand. "Listen, I know things are rough, but you'll get through it. You’re not allowed to give up."
I smiled weakly. "Thanks, Becky, but I don’t know what to do anymore."
She tilted my chin so I could face her.”Just keep pushing. Be optimistic and things will eventually fall into place.” She paused for a while. “I have an idea. How about we go out tonight?"
I cleaned my eyes. "To where?"
"There’s a gala happening at the Grand Royale. It’s packed with influential people. You never know—you might meet someone who needs an event planner."
I hesitated. "I don’t know, Becky…"
She grabbed my shoulders. "Sophie, you’ve had the worst day ever. You need a distraction. Free food, champagne, and rich people who might throw some business your way. What do you have to lose?"
I sighed. "My dignity?"
Becky laughed. "Come on, it’ll be fun. And I already got us passes."
I raised a brow. "You planned this?"
She winked. "Grant, my boyfriend is one of the organisers. I had a feeling you’d need it."
I shook my head but couldn’t help smiling. "Fine. But if I regret this, I’m blaming you."
"Deal."
She stayed and cheered me up for about an hour. Then we headed to our various homes to prepare for the gala event tonight.
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