The brown envelope sits on the coffee table.
I am even afraid to look at it.
Its like when you have been sleeping around and you take a pregnancy test but you are afraid to look at it.
Now multiply that feeling ten fold.
"Man up Rose." I tell myself. I reach for the envelope and open it with bated breath. A single letter together with my passport copy sit on top of each other .
I open the letter.
"VISA DENIED'' lines the top of the paper. Those two words play in and out of my head. Visa DENIED. Visa denied? Visa DENIED!
Shit.
I reach into my hand bag and grab my phone. I dial in the top number in my favourite list and Lissa, my best friend answers on the third ring.
One word. Only one word takes to get here here in record time. As she enters my apartment, we grab sodas and switch on Netflix as she reads the letter.
" Rose Hathaway. I do not believe that this visa would be beneficial to you. You have no recourses and you are not even sure of your own job aspirations. Your fiancé is living from hand to mouth already. Do you think that you will be able to survive? At the very least, you would be a strain to the economy of Russia. If you have any complaints, file an appeal within the next fourteen working days.
Dimitri Belikov.''
"Rose. You have to call Mason.'' Lissa says soothingly.
I growl and pick up my phone from the couch. I dial and brace myself. When he answers, I put on my bright and happy voice.
''Hi, babe,'' too chirpy.
''How did it go?''
''Oh you know, okay.'' I lie and Lissa knocks me . ''he didn't like me very much.''
''It wasn't a personality test. You had your papers."
''He said the money wasn't enough.''
''Three thousand dollars...''
''Is nothing in Russia.''
"I'm working...''
''He said your bank statements were worse than mine."
I realize after the words slip out that maybe I should have picked them with care. There is a deathly silence on the other side of the phone. Masons life in Russia is a sore spot for him. It isn't what he dreamt it would be.
''I'm trying my best,'' he says in a small voice.
''I know, babe."
"I work a seventy hour week.''
" I know.'' I say more to myself than him.
Silence ensues for about a second and I secretly wonder if he has cut the phone.
The silence is broken when he exhails into the receiver.
''Well, call me if anything changes,'' he whispers.
'' I will. I love you.'' I say. I wait, knowing that the chance of Mason replying is minimal but he mumbles 'I love you too' and hangs up.
Mason had it all planned out in his mind and I love him so much I almost go along with it.
Sitting in a black room, waiting for the ground to swallow me, my 23 years of youth doesn't seem like a bad idea.
One question licks my mind. Will mason wait?
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The next morning. I wake on the couch draped in a quilt I don't remember covering myself with. The smell of freshly brewed coffee masks the room. For a minute I think that Lissa is making coffee but I find myself facing a salt shaker filled with coffee.
"Hey, your going to be late to work .'' Lissa says. Waving the 'coffee shaker' in front of me one last time.
I curse hells kitchen for my lateness; I curse him when my assistant doesn't make calls fast enough; I curse him when I'm called in my boss to find out why I'm pissing at everyone. I am close to reading on voodoo dolls when my car is clamped because I was late to work and forgot to pay the parking charges.
My mind, desperate to find a solution or lesson or silver lining to this fucked up life of mine goes over the one name if the bastard that messed me. '' Dimitri Belikov'' I rant as I bang my head on the wheel. Damn him!
I regret all my extravagant spending. I curse as tears cascade down my cheeks. I look up at the disturbance outside. I reach for my tissues and wipe of my earlier sobbing. I knew there would be tell tale signs of my breakdown but I don't care as I tell the ass hole to fuck off
But this isn't just any asshole.
A/N
New chapter up. Posting this with my phone notepad so I can't put stuff in italics or bold.
Also in the previous chapter, I wrote that Dimitri had green eyes. Forgive me. I was staring at my neighbour and he has green eyes.
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