Note: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
To all those people who chose to believe in themselves.
Prologue:
BLUE POV
I hate how wise Mr. Gregory Becker sounds across the conference table. He has so much to say about his own fucking life. Such a narcissist.
Despite the fact that every single one of us in this room, is fully aware of Darthmont's founder's true forms- we all chose to shut it and listen to him speak.
"I always look at things with analysis. My biography ought to have that analytical thrill in it- right Son?" he gestures at me.
I suck it and nod. "Of course and with the publishing of your book our reputation might stand to something more....bearable."
My father's eyes widen. "Well yes" he states.
I look across the table and point at our marketing associate Sam "Do you have anyone in mind who would be credible enough to co write Mr. Becker's biography?"
Sam startles and answers back- with his eyes fixated on my father- Greg Becker . "Um. I know a passionate individual- Violet Brew. She works at Sapindales"
Sapindales is our neighbouring newspaper company. They usually hire writers to edit sappy ballads and short stories.
"Perfect. Meet me before you leave" I inform Sam and look back at my father.
"As I was saying.-"
He continues to blabber about a life of glory passion and thrill- most of which aren't true while we all just sit back and try to tolerate him.
When he looks back at his powerpoint and starts talking about his college life - I quickly open my phone and google the girls name - what was it? Right- Violet Brew.
My eyes pop open at the sight of the lady.
Her instagram account is public so anyone can
see her pictures, her lifestyle, her hobbies. Jeez nobody even tries to keep their personal lives hidden anymore do they?
-.-
"Mr. Blue Becker!" Suzy - formally known as Susan (myPA) rushes to me with a big file
"Here is the rough layout of Mr. Becker's biography. Also Mr. Sammuel Quinn is waiting for you" she informs me.
I grab the file and walk towards the man.
"Mr.Becker" he shakes my hands.
I nod and before we indulge in small talk I make my point clear-
"Invite her to the charity we have tomorrow"
He nods.
"I will try" he answers.
"No you will get it done. Okay?" I demand.
"V...I mean Ms. Brew has her birthday tomorrow, and she tends to make a big deal out of it. So I will try to ask her"
"Sam" I say in a rather brotherly tone. "Take her to lunch and ask her. Put on your charm"
Sam looks disturbed.
"Sir we have history" he states.
"So? Thats good then. Take her out and ask her- she would rather take this opportunity as a birthday gift" I persuade.
"Okay I'll take her to Strews for lunch then." he says with conviction.
We shake hands and we both leave.
-.-
On my way back I keep stalking Ms. Brew's identity.
How can someone ever be so happy and content with life?
Her interests really do lure me into her charm- and I haven't even met her yet.
Well.
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Authors note:
so... i finished writing this about a year ago n i decided to put it up here NOW. its a little shitty in the beginning but it gets a lot better/
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