"Never let an old flame burn you twice"
Sydney Janes was a normal teenager until she got behind the wheel one fateful night. She lost her parents in a bad crash, but found Tony Becker - Hollywood's infamous troublemaker. Seeing she was only a kid wh...
I was in the middle of planning an upcoming block party when I got a call.
Chyna got mad at my unprofessionalism as we had a pact to have no phones during work.
Before slipping my phone in my purse, I saw that it was Donovan calling. Ignored.
"Sorry," I winced, clicking my pen.
"So, anyway," Rielle went on. "Thoughts?"
"Well," Lana spoke, "I think-"
Another phone call cut her off mid-sentence.
"Must be an emergency," Chy sighed, "take it."
I mouthed another "sorry" and stepped out of the office.
I didn't even want to talk to the like of Tony' slimey manager but I answered the call anyway.
"What?" I spoke in the phone.
"Your boy needs you; he has an award show tonight and needs help with styling. Warning: he's at the bottom of the bottle."
Donovan hung up and I said under my breath, "Of course he is."
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"Oh, Cindy, hi," Lena greeted me at the door.
I blinked, probably looking slow at her. "It's Sydney."
"Sorry, love. Come in," she allowed, making way so I could walk inside the 14 bedroom mansion.
Every time I entered Tony's home I felt like he'd trap me there.
"Water?" the mother of his future child offered.
I rubbed down my arms and put on a polite smile. "No, thanks."
She just looked at me warmly.
Lena was a tall woman, standing at 5'11". She even wore heels up to six inches high all the time to feel more "powerful" as she mentioned in an interview.
A friend called her on Facetime and Lena grinned big, flashing her baby bump.
I shook my head and wandered around the home.
How pathetic does she look and she doesn't even know. I wanted to do her a favor and say "your husband is a menace." But what good would that do?
"Tony's upstairs, you can go find him," Lena spoke.
I looked at her, bored.
"What?" she lightly laughed in short.
My platform boots stomped the floor as I met her in the kitchen.
As I thought up what to say and how, my mouth twisted.
I couldn't let this lady go on not knowing even a slither of the truth.
