Madison Hart fights to keep her engagement to billionaire Jace Harrison, who questions her investment. The world of fame surrounding her intensifies. Jace's ex girlfriends test Maddy, so does his family. A spotlight of negativity is on her, yet ever...
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I continue my research after a nap. I'm surprised that my stomach isn't growling or hurting. I guess my determination is overpowering hunger. My mouth isn't dry, either. I should accept some coffee to stop mom from thinking the worst. And I could get out of this room. It's been almost two days now. I'll probably go out today. Or stay in until I miss human interaction. I've never been the type to shut myself in...literally.
I usually don't hide. Not even as a teen. So, this is strange of me to do. But I guess it's better than knowing what everyone is thinking, what the media is saying. All the false information spreading like wildfire. I don't want to know.
My mind sets back into work mode to avoid reality. I covered basically everything. I think I'm doing overkill with property searching. I'm sure that's something Jace will handle. I move from the bed to the desk, despite my thoughts. "Okay, let's get back to work." I power on the computer. The name, logo, and staffing are decent enough.
The pay rate is a placeholder for now; I'm uncertain if $25 is laughable or not. The location is on hold too. The interior design was settled already. What else can I add to the list? I eye the paper full of notes. Maybe security and cafeteria services? I would want everyone safe and fed well. No matter their ages. The adult side will have a bar...and maybe a restaurant too.
I jot down these ideas.
Security
Vetted professionals (required)
Cafeteria Service
Caterers
Lunch Aids
Food trucks? Maybe?
Vending machines? Maybe?
Bar & Grill
I run my hands through my sleek hair. Knocking comes from the door. Here goes another welfare check-up. I go to it. "Open," I demand, not knowing where to tap on the wall to open the door. It's my dad.
"Hey, princess." His brassy tone is inviting.
"Hey, dad, what's up?" I liven up my voice; knowing his worry is different from my mom's. He's my first protector, so he's probably feeling useless. This struggle is present in his eyes.
"I'm just checking in... I brought peach cobbler." He offers me a bowl of it.
"Oh, thanks, that looks great!" I smile.
"Your mom says you're doing business in here. I didn't know about the studio."
"Yeah, I forgot to tell you guys...Lily doesn't even know." I laugh. "It happened so fast."
"That's great news. We should celebrate with a toast later. If you're free."
"I should be."
"If not, we can always do it later. There's no rush." He looks down the hall. Almost as if someone grabs his attention. It must be my mom intervening, but I don't hear any footsteps. My dad registers whatever she's doing. I think mom is signaling something. When he looks back, he says, "oh...and about the park incident. Just know that we support you, no matter what."
