Kharise is not a lover. The very thought of it is repulsive to her.
Mostly because she has had her heart broken in such a manner that seems irreparable.
Living in a world where her father shows her the littlest love known to mankind and her best fr...
Song for this chapter- Searching For A Reason by Dax
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"Good. Thanks for making it on such short notice. Now I've got some good news for you. A good friend of mine and of Range Music is inviting you two as guests on her talk show." I could care less about what ever their opinions would be, or which TV show they'll get to be on. But they have to be on this show if Range's artists are going to stay at No. 1 on the chart. And if I'm gonna get any richer.
"And who might this friend be?" Logan quips with a mocking tone that gets my insides raging with fiery anger. A bit overreactive, but it's hard not to get that way when he talks like that, sounding just like his father.
Again with the tone. Is he really talking to you like that?
Something about this boy always sets me on edge.
Maybe it's because of me.Specifically, what you did to me.
I immediately silence the stupid voice in my head and calm myself, before looking back at him. "Ellen. "
Charis, or whatever her name is, spits out her drink. Right over some paperwork that I just finished doing.
Deep breaths. You don't wanna lose your temper. Remember what happened the last time you lost your temper.
"I'm so sorry for that." She looks over the mess she made for less than five seconds before returning to her drama-queen tirade.
"Wait--" She sets down her drink. "Ellen? As in, the Ellen Show?"
"Yes?" I state the obvious, getting more and more annoyed by the second.
Logan on the other hand, seems more relaxed, probably because this isn't his first, second or even tenth gig.
Or maybe because he's just like his father.
I clench my jaw, silencing the voice yet again.
"Now, a few rules before you go up there. One, any questions requesting your takes on race, religion and political matters should be avoided or at most given the shortest, most vague and neutral answers possible, unless the questions are clearly addressed to either of you. Then, you answer with the popular opinion."
Charis scoffs, leaning back in her seat.
Looks like we've got a problem.
"Something you'd like to say, Charis?" I offer, not bothered to mask my annoyance.
She rolls her eyes.
She rolls her eyes.
If I didn't need her so badly for this company to stand, I would have had her taken out of my office and thrown on the streets.
As if she can read my thoughts, she leans forward, a smug look on her face. "First of all, it's Kharise. Secondly, I thought the point of talk shows was to know the guest's opinions on shit. Why do we have to hide ours?"
