The End of Summer

- Tweleve

(This is a continuation from the last chapter)

Adisyn Kay Wise

"What got you into business?" I ask after 6 minutes of silence.

I took the risk to ask the first question. I wrote it down on the journal.

I also wrote down 3 more questions.

The Question Game

Why are you an idiot?

Why are you always so mad?

Are you this much of a bitch to your girlfriends?

(Okay serious question) What got you into business! (Ha that's good)

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He looks at me and takes a minute or two to answer. "I'm the inheritor." He says that sentence like it had answered my full question. "I didn't have much choice but I did kinda end up enjoying it?"

"What did you enjoy so much about it?"

"Power, money, fame, money...pretty much the good things?"

"You know you're really cocky and arrogant?"

"And you know you're too naive and weak?"

"Yeah you like to remind me that a little to much."

"Time for you to answer the same questions."

I don't whine and he knows I don't care about answering these questions. "I've always had a passion for fashion or really any industry that meant I could help. I was gonna do law or medicine but I already had enough stress on me and I wanted to try something different, I worked with an agency for my sophomore year and I liked it."

He hums in response. "I like a lot of things about my job. The organizing, helping, preparing, food, the dresses, the designs, and there's this sort of pressure that I get and it's — I don't know how to explain but I enjoy the adrenaline it gives me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I hate feeling that way but the way the fashion shows make me feel is a different type of nervous? Like I may throw up and stuff but I like the way it feels to have a good outcome at the end? And I like how most people look so happy with my work? And like the helping — it all makes me feel great inside."

"You like having other peoples validation?" I shrug not knowing "I think you do."

"You don't know me."

"You're right, I don't. But from what you've been telling me I know enough to male guesses about you and I believe you crave peoples validation. It's important to you, you don't care about how you feel you care about how others feel." I stay silent not daring to respond "Adisyn, it's like — okay let's say you draw this drawing and you're really proud of it. You show your friends and they all tell you it's horrible, you stop feeling proud of it because you want their validation. Deeply inside you really do like it but they don't so now you don't."

"First of all, my friends wouldn't say that cause—"

"It's rhetorical,"

"Oh yeah I know that but I'm just saying—"

"And I'm just saying my opinion and added an example."

He didn't have to make any unwanted assumptions about me. He could've kept those to himself but he has to open his mouth and share what he thinks!

God I wish he had an off button?

I yawn and get up from the couch. "I'm calling an Uber—"

"No you're not."