Only if I knew I'd be preparing for a contractual marriage instead of an amazing AMA performance after my music and modelling career hit the top at the age of 21, I'd make a run.
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Want me to describe Theron Capra? That 27-yea...
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"It's time, dear." Damien stroked my shoulder lightly.
For some reason, my heart was feeling heavy. My chopper landed on the rooftop of Capra Corporation. And, Holy moly, This place is huge.
I unwrapped the blanket from my shoulders before stepping down to the ground with the help of a guard.
In front of us awaited an attractive man wearing a suit in his mid 30's. He approached me with a warm smile and pushed his hand forward for a friendly shake.
I accepted it and threw him a soft smile back. He was being professional. "Glad to meet you, Ms Aldridge. I'm one of Mr Capra's managers, Ryan Collins." He introduces.
"Nice to meet you as well, Mr Collins. This is my manager's assistant, Damien Roberton." He let go of my hand now shaking it with Damien.
They greet each other formally before Mr Collins now averts his gaze back at me. "Ms Aldridge, please follow me. While my assistant Chloe will take Mr Roberton to his assigned place." He explains. I stare at him with anxiety debating whether I should doubt it or not.
"Can't he just join me though?" I ask, hopefully. "Sorry, ma'am. Mr Capra's strict orders are for you to be there alone." He throws an apologetic look and I couldn't blame him. Man is just doing his job. Although, the order is kind of pissing me off.
I decided not to plead further and just go with it. As Damien and I parted, my stomach started tossing. The discomfort grew more and more.
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"We're here, Ma'am. Mr Capra awaits you inside." We halt in front of a traditionally designed opening. Mr Collins opens the door and gestures for me to step inside.
After swallowing down the lump in my throat, I entered the room. The twists in my stomach were now steadied.
Phew, I was terrified thinking it was a bedroom. Luckily, it's a working studio for composing songs.
Gaining my fake dignity and poker face, I stood in front of the chair facing back at me. Someone was relaxing there, tapping his fingers on the table. Without a doubt, it was none other than Theron Capra. "Mr Capra?" I called out confidently. To my amusement, he turned shortly. With a smirk on his face?
