Fired!

Night fell, and immediately after Tara's dinner, she picked up her phone to call Oliver. She was so excited about what she wanted to tell him. She properly laid her sheets, did her makeup and tied her hair into a ponytail, before sitting on the bed for the video call.

She dialed his number, and she was upset when he didn't pick up. She grumbled, and went to prepare herself some tea, before retiring to the pool. She had fired all her maids, for enough privacy, and is now in the headlines as the one of the first celebrities to do that.

Soon, she heard her phone ring behind her. He was also willing to have a video call with her, and her excitement only grew. She picked the call.

"Hi. Good evening Tara."

"Good evening....I am so happy you called me." Tara smiled, as the adrenaline played tricks in her body.

"So. Let me know more about yourself."

"So actually, my name is Tara Olsen, as you all know. Am just 26 years old. My favorite color, red, favorite dress tone, flowers..."

"Wait! I have a company that supplies me flowery fabrics. I might get one for you." Oliver said and Tara gave a shy smile.

"favorite hairstyle, drill hair, favorite food, Apple pie, and favorite drink cappucinno. Am allergic to custard, and i comb my hair always." Tara concluded and Oliver was amazed. They had lots of things in common.

"Its really amazing. I love the introduction. My favorite color is also red, my favorite fruit is strawberry, my favorite flower is rose, and my best friend's name is Red." Oliver said and Tara burst out laughing.

"Are you allergic to custard?"

"Nope. Curry." He said and they burst into nonstop laughter for five minutes straight.

"Are you in the pool?" He asked Tara and she winked.

"That's lovely. Hey Tara, would you mind me coming to your house sometime? I'll be busy but no problem.' Oliver asked.

"Well...i don't really allow men visit me, we rather meet in clubs."

"Oh....Now i get it. Well, no problem. Let's make it this week. I'll text you when."

"Sure." Oliver hung up and Tara was shocked. She hadn't even said what she wanted to. Anyway, talking to him was her satisfaction.

***

Mia's eyes opened abruptly, and she screamed her lungs out. She was late for the program in Starry textiles, which she was the chief speaker. She didn't even wake Becca. She rushed off to the bathroom, wore a black top, with some white pants, heels, before rushing outside in her car.

She reached the office in ten minutes, and the program already begun, with Reba as the chief speaker. She was speaking gibberish, when she didn't even know a thing about the program or Starry Textiles itself. The whole board were mocking Mia when she entered.

"Am sorry....Am sorry...." Reba went towards Mia, and without thinking twice, slapped her hard.

"WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? YOU JUST MADE ME A LAUGHING STOCK IN FRONT OF EVERY MEMBER OF STARRY TEXTILES? I HAVE ALWAYS TOLD YOU ABOUT YOUR WAKING UP LATE, AND IMPROMPTU ACTIVITIES, BUT YOU JUST SHUN ME LIKE AM A BAD STUFF! HOW DARE YOU?" Reba was under the verge of tears. Mia couldn't even apologize. She went towards her boss and just cried there.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE JUST DONE? YOU HAVE TARNISHED THE IMAGE OF STARRY TEXTILES! SO? DO YOU HAVE ANY COPY OF THE FABRIC DOCUMENTS AND WHO YOU SOLD IT TO IN 2012?" The french man said in his accent.

'I have no idea of any documents from 2012." Mia couldn't control the tears. She was so disappointed with herself of how she had made a fool of the company and Reba in front of the ministers, and fabric attendants from France.

'We are very sorry."

"Sorry isn't enough to bring back the copies of what we need to prove that your company is ideal, and has the quality fabrics. We need our money to be refunded immediately." Another Frenchman said and Mia fell down crying and gasping for air.

"Sir, the money was given to our trustee, Miss Harvard." The boss said, under the verge of tears as Miss Harvard stepped out, and the board waited for her speech.

"I....i...i...i...I...I...the money was spent...by...by me..." Miss Harvard said and everyone gasped.

"You remember when you were yelling to make this woman the trustee? Especially you, Mia Salvatore!" The boss yelled and Mia felt so ashamed and guilty.

"Am very sorry...Please forgive me.." Mia managed to mutter some words.

"The company was brought up well by you. But then you ended it all with your shit. If you do this, then i don't think Becca's life will be much better." Without thinking twice, Mia raised her hand and slapped her boss.

"ITS NOT MY FAULT ANYWAY! YOU CAN INSULT ME, BUT NOT MY DAUGHTER! NEVER MENTION MY DAUGHTER'S NAME IN MATTERS LIKE THIS, ELSE I'LL KILL YOU WITH MY OWN HANDS! TRUTH BE TOLD, I THINK I SHOULD LET EVERYONE KNOW WHO YOU REALLY ARE RIGHT NOW....!" Mia yelled, but before finishing, the Frenchmen shut her up.

"Hush, you shameless fellows! I cant believe you guys are fighting like cats. This shows your company is childish! First you have nothing to show us that your company has been progressing, then you sold some fabrics, dresses and important copies of the last eleven years, your fabrics have bad quality, and...we just cant help you. What are we waiting for? Let's go!" The Frenchmen marched out of Starry Textiles, and as Mia held Reba's leg, she kicked her and left the place.

"Am sorry Mr Wang. I completely overreacted when i heard Becca's name." Mia tried to apologize, but everyone left the place before she said a word.

After ten minutes of wailing and wondering what had just happened, Mia was sent for.

She walked into Mr Wang's office slowly, and sniffed. He hit his pen on the ground immediately she entered.

"Here you go Mia." He said coldly, and Mia went blind immediately.

"What is this???" She asked him.

"Of course a sack letter. You have done enough to tarnish the image of Starry Textiles, and now you have to go. So, bye. At the count of 3, i don't want even a glimpse of you in Starry." Mia wailed and ran out of the office. She went to her office, grabbed her handbag and started looking for copies, and other fabric products. She took her yarn, the pillows she had made, stuffed them into her bag, running off.

As she drove, she couldn't bear the emotions. The swirl of sicknesses that just took over at that period. She was weak, tired and she obviously couldn't breathe from sniffing and tears. She was fired now, and her life was all ruined. She couldn't see anymore, and hit her car on a truck.