Proving Her Wrong

Chapter 1

"I'm sorry, what did you say?" Victor Morgan asked clenching his teeth in anger, the fire in his eyes burning with rage.

"We have hired you a personal assistant. You will no longer have to handle the minor inconveniences while you tour," his manager said as he flipped through paperwork on his desk.

"And why do I have to have a personal assistant instead of having one of my family members with me while I tour? Explain that," He fumed.

"Unfortunately at the time you will begin touring everyone else will be busy with their work and will not be able to take off for that prolonged amount of time," he said pulling something up on his computer and began typing. "I am already trying to organize times for each of your, ahem, family members to visit when they are able."

"And what about Melisma?" Victor asked.

"The first task your personal assistant will handle will be finding a proper babysitter to care for her while you tour," he said without looking up. "Is that all? You really should be packing, Victor, you leave in three days. Your personal assistant will be hired by the end of the day and will text you to meet up and start planning all the things you will need for her to do."

"And if I don't like her?" Victor glared.

"You have 2 days to approve of someone or else I have the final say," the manager said looking up over his computer screen, "there is no getting out of this, Victor. You are getting too famous to handle things on your own. Think of your daughter, the more time we free up for you, the more time you will have with her."

Victor huffed then stormed out of the office, slamming the door on his way out.

(Meanwhile)

"I'm sorry, Vic, but there is nothing we can do," Owen Blackbourne shook his head while loosening his tie. "Kota and I have already been over everything and there is just no way we can take off right now. He has also already looked into your contract and there is no breaking it or loopholes that he can find to get you out of this. Your father made it iron clad, I'm sorry."

"Of course, the bastard did," he scoffed as he plopped down in the chair across from the desk and groaned while closing his eyes.

"We are still looking, Victor," Owen said as he cleaned his glasses. "Have you decided on the personal assistant yet?"

"Kota is doing his thing since I don't trust my manager that I can't find a way to fire," Victor groaned. "I swear the moment you find a way—"

"We will get you out of this contract and management," Owen nodded. "Until then, just try and be patient, we are doing everything we can."

(The following day)

Alina walked into the building and looked around nervously. "Can I help you?" the receptionist asked snidely as she looked at the woman dressed in blue jeans and a black tank top with a grey button up shirt over it. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled up in a ponytail and still reached to her midback. Her face was devoid of any makeup other than some light black eye liner and possibly some chap stick. She was wearing a black messenger bag as she walked over to the desk her charm bracelet made a soft tinkling sound as she sat her arms on the counter nervously.

"I'm Alina Medina," She spoke softly. "I have an appointment with Miss Elizabeth Smith and Mr. Victor Morgan at one."

"Have a seat," the receptionist said emotionless.

Alina nodded and went back to the seating area. She pulled her phone out and double checked that it was on silent then slipped it back inside her bag. Noticing a piece of crumbled paper on the floor she frowned and picked it up then placed it inside the recycling bin.

"Interesting," Owen said as he and Victor watched the woman pick up the paper and put it in the proper place before sitting back down through the camera feed on Owen's laptop. "What have you found out, Kota?" He asked as he leaned back in his chair.

"I don't want to know yet," Victor said shaking his head.

"You don't?" Owen and Kota asked confused.

"No," Victor shook his head, "Let's see what she says first."

"Okay," Kota nodded as he handed Owen a file. "If you say so. Let me know how it goes, I have to get back but I should be home in time for dinner."

"Alright," Victor mumbled as Kota gave both him and Owen a quick kiss before leaving.

Alina looked up as she heard footsteps heading towards her. A man walked past and something caught her eyes, "Excuse me, Sir," she called out making him turn towards her. His green eyes caught her breath for a second, "I'm sorry but I just wanted to let you know your bag is hanging open, the clasp has come undone."

He looked down and quickly fastened it, "Thanks," he smiled before leaving.

She turned as the infamous sound of high heels came down the hall before a woman dressed in a grey pinstriped skirt and white button up shirt entered the room. "Miss Medina, this way, please."

Alina nodded and grabbed her bag before following the woman down the sterile looking room. She opened the door and Alina walked in. Her breath caught as two chairs turned and a set of icy steel eyes and set of eyes that reminded of her wood burning with fire.