America's Princess (Random Updates)

Chapter 1

Ben Taylor stopped talking as his conference door swung open to reveal a frantic woman rushing in while holding a phone away from her ear while some woman was screaming "I DON'T FUCKING CARE IF I AM BEING A DIVA IF I CAN'T TALK TO BEN TAYLOR AND HAVE THE BLACKBOURNE TEAM AS BODYGUARDS THEN I AM NOT GOING! THEY ARE THE ONLY ONES I TRUST TO PROTECT ME! I DON'T CARE HOW MUCH IT WILL COST ME I WANT THE BLACKBOURNE TEAM FOR BODYGUARDS OR THE DEAL IS OFF! I AM NOT LEAVING THIS ROOM UNTIL I SPEAK TO BEN TAYLOR!"

"I'm so sorry, Sir," the assistant said in embarrassment.

"AND I AM TELLING YOU THAT YOU ARE BEING A SPOILED BRAT OLIVIA FORD! THIS IS GOING TO RUIN YOUR REPUTATION! NOW QUIT ACTING LIKE A GODDAMN DIVA AND BRAT AND UNLOCK THIS GODDAMN DOOR BEFORE I BREAK IT DOWN!" A man shouted back seconds before pounding was heard.

"I HAVE THE RIGHT TO THINK OF MY SAFETY AND YOU ARE DOING A PISS POOR JOB AS MY MANAGER RIGHT NOW IF YOU ARE THREATENING TO BREAK DOWN MY DOOR AND DRAG ME OUT OF THIS ROOM RISKING MY SAFETY!"

"OLIVIA FORD I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T STOP THIS DIVA ATTITUDE IT WILL RUIN YOU! I KNOW WHAT IS BEST FOR YOU AND THOSE MEN I HIRED ARE GOING TO PROTECT YOU! YOU CAN'T KEEP ACTING LIKE A SELFISH BRAT!"

Ben Taylor and the men in the room held their breath as they heard a door being flung open and slam against a wall, "How dare you call me a selfish brat William James! Those BOYS are straight out of whatever bodyguard academy you found them. They have NO experience and know NOTHING about how chaotic my life is! They have NO idea how the hell to protect me! I have EVERY right to request the best of the best when it comes to MY GODDAMN SAFETY! Now I may not be able to fire you since you are my uncle but I can make your life a living hell!"

"You already do!" he shouted back. "You have made my life hell since I got custody of you and you became famous!"

"Gee thanks!" She said sarcastically, "I love you too dear uncle!" There was so much ice in her voice that even Ben Taylor and the men in the room flinched.

"Listen here you little brat—" The door slammed shut and a loud yell filled the room then a loud slam indicating that the uncle had punched the door. "Who the fuck are you on the phone with?" His anger sounded closer to the phone.

"No one Sir," a female's voice wavered in fear. "I was just emailing, requesting her interview for five to be moved to seven, Sir."

"Good," the man said heaving in anger, "and DO NOT reach out to Ben Taylor, that little brat can use the bodyguards I hired. She needs to be knocked down a few pegs and remember that she would be NOTHING without me! I made her who she is and I can easily take it away!"

"Yes Sir," the woman whimpered.

"Since she wants to act like a fucking brat then I'll treat her like one and brats don't get special treatment. Do NOT give her any snacks or any of her favorite foods or drinks after her performances, Ava or I will fire you!"

"But...but Sir, it's just flavored water and—" the woman tried to protest.

"I SAID NO AVA!" The man shouted. "She will have what I order or nothing at all! I need to knock this spoiled divaness out of her real quick! She needs to remember her place! Do I need to start finding her another assistant?"

"No Sir," the woman said in fear.

"Now do whatever the fuck you have to do to make sure she is ready for her concert tonight besides reach out to Ben Taylor or bribe her. If she doesn't perform tonight Ava you are done!"

The door flung open, "DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK TO AVA LIKE THAT! YOU HAVE NO SAY IN HER POSITION!" Olivia shouted before glass shattering was heard.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU JUST THREW GLASS AT ME! YOU ARE FUCKING PSYCHO!"

"YOU ARE FOR RISKING MY LIFE JUST TO GET MORE MONEY IN YOUR GODDAMN POCKETS! THAT'S ALL I AM TO YOU YOUR LITTLE MONEY MAKER!"

"MIGHT AS WELL GET AS MUCH MONEY OUT OF YOUR GOOD LOOKS BEFORE YOU LOSE THEM! ONCE YOU HIT 30 YOU'LL BE NOTHING TO HOLLYWOOD! NEED TO GET IT NOW WHILE YOU CAN!"

"YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"

More glass was heard being shattered. "YOU FUCKING BITCH! THAT'S IT YOU'RE GOING TO PAY FOR MAKING ME BLEED!"

The call ended making Uncle and the men that were in the room to jump up. "Get me the address of where that call was coming from NOW!" He looked at the nine men standing on high alert, "Time to hunt Boys."