Things Slip Through

"There are two ways to live life. The first is the hard way, and the second is the simple way. A lot of people choose the latter. But, that's often why they fail. Most times, the hardest things come disguised as simplicity."

Amayah wore her black Coat and grabbed her phone from the bedside table.

"Do you understand?"

"Nope. Not at all." A voice spoke from her phone, and she snickered.

"Sometimes the best thing to do is take the hard route. That's a sincere advice coming from someone older than you, Mireya."

"You're just six years older."

"Six years is almost a decade, child. A year is enough to gain wisdom."

Amayah held her curls in her hand as she struggled to tie it in a bun.

"Why did you call, though? You sound a little down in the dumps. Did you get bullied again? "

A silence followed, and Amayah furrowed her brows.

"...I just wanted some advice." Mireya muttered. "And I thought it'd be best to hear some from you."

"Mmm." Amayah hummed as she successfully put her hair up in a curly, messy bun. "Is everything okay, kiddo?"

"I'm twenty three, you know."

"Yeah, yeah." Amayah smirked. "That doesn't answer my question. You haven't been online for over a week, and you suddenly call for advice."

Another silence ensued, and she heard Mireya sigh.

"I'm fine. Don't worry about me."

"Mm." Amayah hummed yet again, then grabbed her bag. "Listen, I'm about to head to work. We'll talk when I get home."

"....okay. Bye, Amayah."

"Pfft. You say bye like it's our last time. Make sure you attend your classes this time, okay? You promised you'll come work for me once you graduate Fashion school. You better keep that promise."

Amayah hung up after hearing a faint giggle from her, then let out a soft gasp when she looked at the time.

"Well, that's a first." She muttered and rushed out of the house.

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"You're late." Amayah's older sister pointed out as Amayah walked into her office.

"Well, I see that Alora. Thank you for pointing it out though."

"You're never late. What happened?"

"Nothing. I just lost track of time. Mireya seemed a little down."

"Your college bestfriend? You do realise you're the President of a budding business. You can't afford to play bestie with a student."

"And, you do realise that you're the Vice-President of said budding business, and at work you address me with respect regardless of our relationship. " Amayah said, smiling smugly.

"Do you want me to beat you up?" Alora glared, and Amayah cleared her throat as she took a step back. "Um, can I just sit down and get to work?"

"That depends." Alora shrugged. "Are you willing to push me off of it?"

"Are you okay with getting injured? You forget, I know Karate." Amayah reminded, striking a defense pose and earning an eyeroll from her older sister.

"You never fail to remind us."

Alora got to her feet. "Grandma called some minuites ago. She wants to meet us for Coffee by 12pm."

"Grandma's in town?!" Amayah exclaimed; her eyes bulging with excitement.

"Take care of work first, Miss President. We have a line of winter outfits to release next month."

"Fine, fine." Amayah sighed. "What's with you today anyway? I'm usually the sensible one."

"Is that a joke? I'm older than you."

"By a year."

"A year is enough. Now, get to work."

Amayah watched Alora leave the office, then let out a sigh.

"Let's get to work, Ayah."

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