Dia: A Lover's Revenge

Some unexpected...

    Work. 

~Dia Wealene~

"It doesn't really work like that."

I shot bluntly, staring at the door opposite as thought twas the victim, whereas I was talking over the phone. 

"Of course you know, Dia Wealene, but we would need to put some of these things into consideration if at all we want COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS to keep soaring. If we think we have all covered already, don't be surprised when all our efforts go down the drain in the twitch of an eye."

I sighed and spun the office chair around to face the wall TV. 

"Who is the president here, Greg?"

"You seem to be missing something, Dia. We are all presidents. We all represent the COLORFUL ENTREPRENEURS. You were only appointed because we think it best that you handle the delicate matters."

I scoffed, throwing one of my hands back to cup my long sleek hair which reached down my back to the rise of my backside. 

"I'm about to hang the call."