Charisma and Confidentiality

Chapter 2

I woke up with a massive headache. Was that all a dream? Because if it's not, then I'm probably one of the most unlucky people to ever walk the surface of the earth. I checked my phone and noticed that it's already 7 pm. It's not a dream, I really did went to the Dawman real estate and went home at 5.

When I looked at my phone there were some missed calls from Mitch and Annie. Did the Dawman siblings finally decided that they didn't really want to take me anymore because of what I witnessed in the office? Is that the reason why the place was so private in the first place? This is actually none of my business but as an aspiring journalist, there's a part of me that wants to prove and expose it. Yet again, we're talking about Lunielle Dawman. One of the first models who were there when I was building a name and supported me nonetheless. She was ever so supportive even when she became more popular than I am and I was with her.

My doorbell rang. I don't remember ordering anything or having guests over. After all that's happened today, I think my trust issues got worse. Should I even open it?

I got up and peeped through the door's hole. It was Mitch and he was looking at his Richard Mille watch. Oh my gosh, is this the end of me? Was it really that bad—- I mean it is. But did he really have to break up the bad news to me personally instead of just leaving a message?

"Soleil, I know you're in there darling. I don't plan on leaving unless we have a little talk"

I opened up the door and Mitch suddenly hugged me and closed the door. He checked my face and hair like he's looking for something wrong. Ok—- this is weird. If I hadn't known Mitch and the fact that he's gay, I would've sued him already. The last time he was like this is when a perverted paparazzi suddenly ran from security and busted into my dressing room during the Springfield Fashion Show 2 years ago which caused a trauma.

"Mitch—- what's wrong? I literally just woke up. You're acting like a total mom"

"You didn't know that paparazzies invaded the building?! Oh my gosh. Darling, it isn't safe for you here anymore. We will have to sue the Aristocrats Real Estate for this. They promised "ex-clu-si-vi-ty". And those beings invading the premises can already be considered a breach of contract! Those professional liars!"

"Mitch calm down, not every paparazzi out there is trying to get me. Furthermore, drama and photos are the reason why I'm so precious right now. I've overcome my trauma, relax. They probably just know someone within the building and decided to have a photoshoot or even just be visiting some relatives"

Mitch raised an eyebrow clearly not convinced. And yes, I have been pretending even in front of Mitch. There's a huge possibility of being charged of breach of contract, libel and other cases against me if he ever found out. I have to maintain my good and understanding image. It's my brand. This is why people buy me or get me. Its part of who I am, the good example that makes companies sure that I won't mess up and helps them in making a decision to choose me as their brand ambassador.

Of course, deep down I was panicking and I badly wanted to crush every little bone of their bodies but, that's the least of my concerns. It looks like Mitch still hasn't found out about what I witnessed from the Dawman siblings. That must mean that I'm still safe and no one else knows that I was the one who saw their 'intimate' moment on that floor. If only Lunielle wasn't so good to me, I would have already exposed them to the public but I'm definitely more than that low kind of person.

"Stay safe Soleil. The rumors these days are crazy. Specially the ones involving Natalya Arce and Joel Reese. The rumors were so crazy, other rumors started popping up. The media nowadays ughh. That's why you should always be careful. You'll never know darling"

"Yes, Mitch, I am aware of that fact. Thank you for your concern but I wouldn't be able to last a day in this industry if I had a weak heart"

"Ok, now I have to go. I have to report to the agency that you're safe and snug. I already know that you're old enough to know whatever it is that you're doing but I beg of you to be extra extra careful darling. Like Drag Queen extra for your security and pubic image. Your beautiful manager has some places to be and just wanted to know if you're safe. Buh bye now, lock the doors and be careful"