Vanity in Calamity

Carmeliana's

I was sitting down enjoying my Ragu alla Bolognese, my favorite dish at Carmeliana's. I wasn't even halfway done when some annoying bitch starts yelling my stage name.

Great, just great.

"Syth Reagans!"

That's when I make the dumb choice of looking her way.

"OH MY GOD! GUYS IT REALLY IS HER!" She screams and starts elbowing her friends.

I never really can get a break from these flies that constantly pester me.

"Can I get your autograph?" She asks, already marching my way with a pen in her hand. Why do people even ask if they're not going to wait for an answer? Nonetheless the damage had already been done. I was now in a sour mood, my appetite gone. And as rude as I wished to be I didn't  want to end up one of Hollywood's cancelled.

After contemplating the chances of me being able to get out of this, but to no avail. So I just give her my sweetest smile, and say "Sure, whats your name?"

"Cynthia," she replies.

Oh great we even have the same name. This is just getting better and better. I hold back the urge to roll my eyes at the irony.

She hands me a terrible photo of yours truly, and hands me the pen. I sign the photo as fast as possible, now in a hurry to leave before anyone else has a request. I'm about to call my driver when five people suddenly come my way with big grins on their faces. Good grief.

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When I finally get to call Jaxon it's 5 o'clock and I'm completely off  schedule. Which I'm reminded of when I open my phone and see all my reminders and texts.

"Ah, shit."

I have six missed calls, and 785  unread text messages. All six are from Mr.Daniels, my loyal employee for 2 years.
I immediately dial his number, and he answers on the second ring.

"Hello, Ms. Reagans," he says.

"Hello, Mr. Daniels. I'm terribly sorry for not answering I was eating at Carmeliana's when a bunch of people wouldn't stop chivying me!"

"Miss Reagans, would you mind not yelling? I understand you're freaking out, but it's not me you should be explaining the reason for your absence to. Don't worry though as you'll have a chance to explain yourself when  you see your father-"

I stop listening once he mentions my dad my brain shuts off. I still forget that Mr. Daniels doesn't know what happened.

I look at my hands to see they're already shaking violently and thats when the screams start coming in.