Hallucinations

Chapter 2 "The Call"

Y/n's POV
I took another deep breath, considering Mr Tailor's invitation. I really didn't want to go but it was for business and it would be nice to get out of the neighbourhood for a change. But..... there was trouble. Hotel Redorra was far far away from my home, almost 10 miles. I couldn't possibly walk there and I hate using the public transports. Moreover Hotel Redorra is a place filled with posh pussy rich people and it wouldn't be a surprise that you knock into some President there. I didn't like places with crowds and obviously not with the "rich crowd". So I just decided to refuse Mr Tailor's invitation. After I had sent the email, my phone suddenly started to ring. It was an unknown number and I never pick up unknown numbers. But my Father was out of country and maybe it has him from some payphone. So I picked it up, a male voice answered

Unknown:
Hello Miss y/l/n. It's me Tailor Ramei.

I was disappointed and angered at myself for picking up the phone. But how did this man even get my number. Couldn't bother to ask so I said:

Me: Hey

A pause

Tailor: So, to business. As we know, you have turned down my invitation. Any definite reasons for that?

I got a bit annoyed. Who is this man asking me random questions? My wish whether I'll go or not!
Me: As I understand, there was a option of refusing so I politely refused the invitation.
Tailor: Yes you refused me politely enough, Miss y/l/n. But this isn't about modesty anymore. All the upper hands, as you see the whole crew including the producers are here today! We are holding another important meeting today here so as all of us here, we decided to make this the first official meeting of the "Hallucination" crew. You are obliged to come, Miss y/l/n.

I rolled my eyes hearing this man's pattering. He could have just said this from the beginning that this meeting was obligatory, not something optional. Seriously, at times like this I wish I could just follow Mum. But I can't and I could feel Mr Tailor waiting anxiously for the answer.
Me: Oh well, I see. But as it seems, my answer still remains the same. Hotel Redorra is too far from my house so I'm extremely sorry but I have to miss this meeting

I heard that man chuckle. I felt an overwhelming wave of shame and I don't know, self consciousness. What's up with this man?!

Mr. Tailor: That wouldn't be any problem, Miss y/l/n. You see, a car is already waiting to take you to Hotel Redorra. I would be cordially waiting for you and I hope to have our first encounter in 2 hours. If you will excuse me....

I nodded, then understood he couldn't see me so I just cut the call. I was already feeling anxious. I haven't been out of the neighbourhood for like......a year?? And last time I went out of the neighbourhood was for a forced check up trip to the doctor. I am not ready for this....All these exposures and all.....I just want to hide in my rats hole. But just then, the car gave out a noisy honk. I shuffled up from my chair and slowly went to my closet looking for some clothes to wear in a formal meeting.