CBC | Bennett
♪ | Somebody That I Used To Know - Gotye
I love my job most of the time. Mainly when I'm not being asked to apply makeup to the entire cast of the morning shows. Like now. I didn't have much to do so I just pranced around asking for a new guinea pig that would try my new makeup technique. No one offered, so I walked back to the tiny space that I called my office. It had everything I needed: makeup, a tiny fridge and a portable closet.
Normally, my routine would be: apply makeup to everyone, sit backstage and check if they looked unflattering, wait for commercials, reapply makeup and wait til brunch. But since everything seemed to be running smoothly, I didn't bother waiting to reapply makeup. Plus, I was very hungry. My phone began to vibrate on my pocket and I took it out. The shiny screen had a number that I had dialed thousands of times. My ex-boyfriend, Ian.
“What do you want?” I asked unamused. “I'm kinda busy.”
“Bennett, please don't hang up the phone.” It sounded familiar, like we had this conversation before. Maybe we did. My life with Ian seemed like a broken record: it went on and on in the same thing. No progress ever came out of it.
“Goodbye, Ian. Don't call me back, I'll block your number.” I threatened and hung up the phone exasperated. I walked to my tiny fridge and took out a tiny plate with fruits and cheese. I began to dig in when the phone went off again.
“Are you serious calling me again? What do you want as.shole?” I spat at the phone.
“I'm almost sure we've never met, but if you feel compelled to call me an as.shole, maybe I deserve it.” A voice that certainly didn't belong to Ian replied to me. I felt my face turning brighter than my crimson lipstick. I began to stutter, not knowing what to say.
“I-I uh... you see...”
“It's okay.” The male voice cut me off. “I'm Sebastian Mercier.” That name was too familiar, but I couldn't place where I had heard of it.
“Um, I'm Bennett Palmer.” I said stupidly.
“Yeah, I know. Listen, I was wondering if you wanted to have lunch together. Maybe talk about business and such.”
“Pardon me?” I said, “Who are you again?”
“Sebast--” He started to repeat his name but I cut him off.
“Look, you're the competition.” I said. I recalled where I had heard that name before. “Goodbye, Mr. Mercier.”
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't be talking to you.” I explained. “I don't want to get into trouble.”
“Who said anything about trouble?” I could imagine him smirking at that.
“I did.” I hung up the phone. That was way weird, I thought to myself. I grabbed my phone and dialed Adele's number. We had to go shopping for a new TV pilot anyways, might as well go shopping now and forget about Ian's punchable face and Sebastian Mercier's creepy phone call. The phone call went straight to voice mail. She must have been working, I guessed. “Hey, Addie, it's Bennett. Call me as soon as you get this call, okay?” The phone went off.
“Thank goodness you called.” I said, letting out a sigh of relief.
“I thought you didn't want me to call you back?” Sebastian Mercier's voice resonated from the other side of the line.
I groaned, “Not you again.”
“Well, I won't give up that easily, Ms. Palmer.” He laughed.
“Why do I get the feeling this isn't about business at all?” I pressed.
“Because it's not.”
“Oh.” I felt my cheeks burning. “You did say it was to talk about business and such.”
“How about we grab a bite?” He asked. “My offer still stands.”
“Goodbye, Mr. Mercier.” I rolled my eyes.
“Call me Sebastian.” He said coolly. I clicked the phone off. He was persistent... and I kind of liked it. Oh my God, not again. I told myself. I'd better snap out of it. I grabbed my purse, I'd go shopping anyways. No one needed me for now and I was freaking out.
(Praise Allah! I wrote something. Collabs?)