Chapter 38 Part III Current Situation-1

current situation Oh god, that sucks! I mean - I'm not delusional, am I? This is just awful. On the subway ride home, I kept staring at my shadow—on the outside I looked calm and relaxed; on the inside, I was like an ant on a hot pot, desperate to find an exit.But after turning around and around, trying my best, there is still nowhere to escape... Well, I can't think about it anymore.Can't think anymore! Calm down and let me think about the situation. Option One: Show up for appointments on time and tell the truth. No, I can't do that.I cannot admit in a Monday morning meeting that I have no aunt who has left me £1,000 and never will.What are they going to do to me if I do this? They're going to get serious, aren't they? They're going to tell me to sit down and start scrutinizing my balance...God, I can't stand the thought ! I can't do that, I can't go and meet them.End of story.

Option 2: Go to the appointment on time, but not tell the truth. Well, tell them I'll get £1,000 right away, and other money coming in soon.Well, yes, this approach seems to work.The problem is, I don't think they will believe what I say anymore.So they still treated me harshly, told me to sit down, and taught me a lesson.No, there is no way. Option Three: Not going to the appointment. But if I don't go, Derek Smeez will call Philip and they'll start talking.That way, the whole thing will come to light.He'll find out that I never broke a leg or had a fever.From now on, I will never be able to go back to the office and I will be fired.My career will be over at 25.However, it may be worth the price to pay.

Option Four: Go to the appointment with a check for £1,000. Great! I'll waltz in, hand over the check, ask, "Anything else?" and dance out.It's great! But how do I get a £1,000 check by Monday morning? How? Choice five: run away. Of course, this is an immature and childish approach, not worth considering. And where could I escape? Maybe somewhere abroad.Las Vegas? Well, maybe I could win it in the casino! About a million pounds, maybe more.Then, yes, then I will fax Derek Smeez to tell him that because of his mistrust of me, I will close my account with Endwich Bank. Oh! That's wonderful!" Dear Mr. Smeets, I am surprised to learn that you have recently suggested with sarcasm that I am insolvent. This check for £1.2 million proves that I have sufficient funds available, and all this money I will soon transfer to other banks. Maybe they know how to respect me better. Also, I will make a copy of this letter to your superiors."

I liked the idea so much that I couldn't help but indulge in it, and went over and over the letter in my mind: "Dear Mr. Smeez, as I hinted at you last time, in fact , I am a millionaire. If you trust me, it will be a different situation now..." He'll regret it, won't he? That'll teach him a lesson.He might call me to apologize, try to keep me as a customer, and say he didn't mean to offend me.But it was too late.It's too late! Ha! Ha... Ha... Ha... Ha... Oh hell! I've sat and stood. When I got home, Suzie was sitting on the floor surrounded by colorful magazines.

"Hey!" she said cheerfully. "Guess what? I'm going to be in Vogue!" "What?" I asked in disbelief. "Did you get scouted on the street?" Then I realized I shouldn't have sounded so surprised.I mean, Suzie has an absolutely stellar body, and she's a no-brainer to model.Still...that's Vogue! "It's not me, you fool!" she replied, "It's my frames." "Are those frames of yours going to be in Vogue?" I couldn't believe it right now. "In Issue 6 of Vogue! The article is titled "Relax – Designers Who Bring Joy to the Heart." That's pretty cool, right? I've only made two photo frames so far though, so have to Make a few more, maybe someone wants to buy it!"

"That's right." I struggled to make sense of what was going on. "So why did Vogue want to write about you? Did they...hear about you?" How could they possibly have heard of her? I wondered.I mean, she only started doing photo frames four days ago! "No, fool!" She laughed. "I called Larry. Have you met Larry?" I shook my head. "Oh, she's the fashion editor at Vogue now. Then she told Patty, who was the interiors editor, and Patty called me back. When I told her about the frame I made She was so excited about what it looked like." "My God!" I said, "Good job!"

"She also told me what to say in an interview..." Susie cleared her throat and continued solemnly, "I hope that the works I create are not only for viewing, but also for liking. Each of us They all have a little childlike innocence. Life is short, and life must be full of joy." "That's right!" I said. "That's great!" "No, wait, there are still some problems." Suzie frowned thoughtfully, "Oh, yes, my design was inspired by Gotti's imaginative passion. Called Charlie." She added cheerfully, "I'm sure he'll do something in Tatler."

"Great!" I said again. This is really great! I'm really happy for Suzie.Of course I'm happy for her. But at the same time another part of me can't help but wonder, why is everything going so well for Suzie? I bet Suzie hasn't had to deal with an annoying bank manager until now. What a taste, and dare I say, she will never taste it.I sat down listlessly on the floor, took a random magazine and flipped through it in my hand. "By the way," Suzie said looking up from the phone, "Tahin called to set up a date for the two of you an hour ago." She grinned at me maliciously. "Are you looking forward to this appointment?"

"Oh," I replied dully, "of course." To be honest, I've long since forgotten about dating.But that's all right--wait until tomorrow afternoon to tell him that I suddenly feel ill.It's so easy that no one asks why, especially men. "Oh, yes," Susie said, pointing to Harpers & Queen magazine spread out on the floor, "Guess in the magazine's list of the top 100 richest single men, I saw Who? Oh, hi, Charlie," she said into the phone, "it's Suzie! Listen..." I looked down at the open page of Harpers & Queen, and I froze.Luke Brandon was staring at me in a magazine with a lighthearted smile on his face. "No. 31," the caption reads, "age: 32; estimated fortune: £10 million; brilliant entrepreneur; lives in Chelsea. Current girlfriend is the daughter of a French billionaire -- Sassie de Bonneville."

Who wants to know that? What does it matter to me who Luke Brandon is dating? I'm not interested! I flicked the page forward and started looking at No. 17.Oh this one looks so much better. "David Kenton. Age: 28; Estimated fortune: £20 million; ex-Manchester United striker, now management authority, sportswear entrepreneur; lives in Hertfordshire. Recently broke up with ex-girlfriend model Sharis." In any case, Luke Brandon was a pain in the ass, it was acknowledged.All he could think about was work, and possibly money. "No. 16, Ernest Fleet. Age: 52; Estimated fortune: £22 million; chairman and major shareholder of Fleet Foods; lives in Nottinghamshire. Recently married third wife Sue San divorced."

I don't think he's that handsome at all.He's too tall, and maybe he doesn't go to the gym or do other physical activity at all.He's so busy! Beneath his well-dressed exterior, he's probably just a boring guy at heart. "No. 15, Tassin Cress-Stuart. Age: 26; Estimated fortune: £25 million; big landowner since inheriting millionaire fortune at 19; in public Occasionally very shy; lives in Perthshire or London with grandmother. Still single." Anyway, where does a man buy suitcases as gifts these days? I mean, suitcases, for God's sake, he can pick from all over Harrods.He should buy a necklace for his girlfriend, some clothes, or he can...he can... Wait, what did I just read? What did I just read?