The Way It Ends

08

I'm on cloud nine as of now. I simply can't lose. First off, that date was the best first date- no scratch the best date ever that I've been one. Second of all my outfit looks fire and thirdly Bethany the Bitch wasn't in.

I'm currently relaxing on a chair in the conference room as we all wait for the Ishida's to grace us with their lovely presence. Nick, Evan and I are all playing Candy Crush and I'm currently whipping both their asses. I'm on level 136 currently, Nick is on 130 and Evan is on 100. He claimed that he's actually been focusing on work hence why he's on a lower level. But I call bullshit he's literally doing extra hours because he fell behind due to not paying attention. We hear a knock on the door and everyone buts their items away. I spot Amelia in the corner of the room trying to scoff down her Caesar Salad.

I catch her attention and motion to the bottom of her lips where a mayo-covered piece of lettuce currently hangs. She wipes it off and gives a grateful smile in return. Mrs Evans walks in with only one man following her. It appears to be Mr Ishida Sr. He's wearing a light burgundy turtleneck which is loosely tucked into grey pants. He had slight wrinkles of age on his face but could easily pass as someone in their 30s. His face did look oddly similar, but I know I've never met someone who is a multibillionaire and owns a media firm. He had a very stern expression on his face, and his height didn't help decrease his intimidation. He looked like the silent type, a man of few words. He had jet black slicked hear with little whisps of grey amongst the dark.

"Hello everyone, this is Mr. Ishida." We all stood up in his presence and nodded our heads. It was only a small group of us six: I, Nick, Evan, Amelia, John, and Mrs Evans. We each shook his hand, may I add he had a very firm grip, and then sat down.

"My apologies my son isn't here yet, but he will be shortly." Mrs Evans gives an understanding nod and commences the meeting. They discuss press days, when contracts are due as well as general legal information as I take notes. With this case I'm just taking notes since I'm too much of a rookie to do much, so I do kind of have it easy. The glass door suddenly opened snapping everyone's focus as a young man leisurely strode in. And this time, I had noticed the face.

It was freaking C-Dog.

My jaw slacked in shock as our eyes met. I'm going to take this as a reminder to research into a client before working with them. He looked just as handsome as he did yesterday. He had another all-black attire today, a turtleneck opposed to a shirt and the outfit was accompanied with a trench coat today. It was in the clutch of his hands though. I could see a hint of confusion in his eyes before it clouded with professionalism. He gave a dazzling smile as his dad's just resembled more of a pencil line due to his son's lateness. Cal scans the room for an empty chair and to my dismay (and maybe luck) the only one happened to be directly opposite me.

He smugly took the seat and stared at me, making me grow slightly comfortable. He introduced himself and the meeting commenced once more. I tried my best to focus on the laptop in front of me, but I couldn't help myself from looking up and his eyes were still fixated on my face. I decide enough was enough. So, I made an excuse to go to the bathroom hoping Cal follows. I wait round the corner from the entrance hoping he comes. I hear the sound of his shoes against the stone floor rise in volume and let out a sigh of relief.

His body comes into view, and I storm right up to him.

"You work in the entertainment business?! Very funny, your family own the entertainment business." I poke my finger on his chest accusingly. "You lied-"

"No, I didn't."

"Well, you dumbed down the truth. This," I motion between the two of us, "Can't happen anymore. It's unprofessional and I'm not getting fired Cal Ishida."