A Love Like No Other: The Sequel

Chapter 17

(Brittany's POV)

(Six Days until the showcase)

Today I have a business meeting with Santana and Mercedes to discuss her role in the showcase. Mercedes has been promoting her new album for a couple of weeks now and this showcase is the final push. We are benefiting from having her because we have had a tonne of scouts and casting directors from Broadway contacting us for tickets to watch not only her but our own talent. You hear Mercedes Jones and you know whatever she is attached to will be as bad ass as her.  So the meeting today will be to go over and finalise the details.

I was running late this morning taking the kids to school, so I threw on the first thing I could find in my dressing room, turns out that outfit is an old pant suit from a few years ago that doesn't quite fit me as it used to. It's got a little tighter, sitting snugly against my body making my ass and breasts look great, but in reality, if I was to sit down a little too quickly my pants could would rip and the buttons would pop off my shirt, so let's pray to God that I am saved from that embarrassment today. I park my car in the record labels carpark as I pivot myself out of the drivers seat, careful not to bend my knees or move too suddenly causing my pants to rip. I give myself a quick check over, make sure all buttons are buttoned up. I realise I can't do up all the buttons over my bust, so I have to leave a few undone. It means a little more cleavage is on show than what I would have liked, but you never know what sort of deal these puppies might get for me from Santana. I insisted I didn't want to be paid for having Mercedes at the showcase, but Santana is adamant I'll be compensated.

I strut into the reception area of the record label and go over to the young girl sat behind the big glass desk. "I'm here for Santana Lopez. We have a meeting at 12pm" this young girl examines me up and down whilst overly chewing on her gum looking at me with such an attitude. "And you are" she says abruptly. "Oh sweetie, I'm her wife" I say as sweetly as possible shutting her down and flashing her the biggest and falsest smile. Her attitude suddenly vanishes and she takes a big gulp as she realises who she's talking to. I'll miss using the Lopez name to put people in their place every time they want to try and treat me like shit, so I gotta make the most of it whilst I can. "I-I'll call up for you". I pay her no attention as she quickly calls up to Santana.

A couple of minutes later Santana steps out of the elevator to come and meet me. "Thank you Carly" she gives a friendly nod to the girl behind the desk who has suddenly gone red and bashful in Santana's presence. "Can you get us some food and drinks sent up please" Santana directs. "Yes of course, anything else you need? Humidifier, candles, incense?" she says all too enthusiastically. "No, just food and drinks thank you" Santana shoots the girls eagerness down, unknowingly I think. She leads us into the elevator she just came out of and presses a button to get us going. "You look nice. New suit?" Santana says looking me up and down, but not with the same disdain as her receptionist had. "Oh this old thing?" I say growing redder under her gaze. I stay facing forward but I catch Santana staring at my chest for a moment or two and smile to myself before she catches herself and quickly looks away blushing hard.

Santana leads me into a room just a short walk from the elevator. She opens the door and Mercedes is already there and waiting. "Hey girl!" we share a hug before settling in on the couches placed around a coffee table that is covered in paperwork and empty water bottles. I notice the ash tray on the table with a couple of put out cigarette ends. "Mercedes, I didn't know you smoked" I ask curiously. "Girl be-fucking-have they aint mine" she dismisses. I look to a fretful looking Santana. "Really?" I scold her "I get stressed okay?" she defensively says. "Can we just get to work please?" Santana asks, desperate to move on before I press her on the smoking issue. "Showcase, six days! I cannot believe how quick it's come round" Santana says clapping her hands together gleefully. "B, what sort of itinerary are you working to?" I go into my bag and pull out the detailed itinerary that my assistant typed up and hand it to Santana. Our fingers brushing against one another's gently, I notice both of our breaths hitching.