Blaire's POV-
"Are you serious!" I shouted in my phone.
"Please as if this is a RECORD LABEL! NOT A STUDIO FOR LOSERS WHO CANT SING AT ALL!!!!" I yelled at naughty boy. Yes I know naughty boy. He was a friend of my mothers. Mother. Ha.
That's a funny word. I wouldn't call that woman a mother. More like a drill Sargent.
"Miss- miss um Blaire there's some people waiting in the hall." Lucy (my new intern) said shyly. "I'm on the phone!" I yelled at the girl. She nodded her head quickly.
"As you know shahid. I don't take losers such as Zayn Malik." I said into the phone. "well if your mom was here she would happily take Zayn." I could almost feel him smirking to himself.
"Well that witch is dead. Good bye naughty boy. " I said. Smiling to myself. I put down the phone.
"LUCY!!!" I yelled for the girl. She ran in. "Who was waiting in the hall?" I asked. "Well-um, it was the boy band one direction" she said quietly.
I smirked "well if they really wanted to see me they would've waited. " which is very true they wouldn't just leave you just dont leave McKenzie Music.
They obviously didn't want to see me bad enough. I was so tired and sick of people treating me without the respect that I deserved. I am BLAIRE MCKENZIE! OWNER OF MCKENZIE MUSIC!
I need a new assistant.
I need to redecorate.
And I need to get started.
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McKenzie Music
RandomApril McKenzie. Owner of Mckenzie Music has just retired. Luckily she has her daughter Blaire to take over the company but not everything is what it seems. At work April is a sweet fun loving person but at home it's a different story just ask Blaire...
