The Contract

Bonus, Donovan POV

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'Donovan Steele is still at the top of our most sought-after, most attractive self-made billionaire, CEO and founder of Desire. Yet, Donovan Steele is not a stranger to keeping his personal life just that, on the down low. The young bachelor has yet to be seen with any potential partner, which begs the question every reader wants to know, is there anything he does want? Here we have a woman who claims to have spent the night with the handsome mysterious bachelor-''

A knock at the door pulls me away from the garbage I was reading, to my office door, where a second later my assistant, Jason, comes through and stands in the doorway.

"Sir, I just came to inform you I won't be able to partake in the meeting at 10." He said, making me frown.

"Why?" I ask, zeroing in on what he held in his hand.

"We might have a potential client, I've met some of the free agents and they'd like me to take a look at him personally." He simply said as I stared at him.

Personally, he said? Interesting.

"What's his name?" I ask boldly, as I stare at my open laptop in front of me, closing the gossip website I had sued just moments ago for reading what they released yesterday morning.

"Uh...yes, sure, hold on one moment please." I see him open the folder from the corner of my eye and stare down at the contents of the file.

"Evan Beckett."

Evan Beckett?

I try to think if I had ever heard the name before, but nothing comes to mind, which makes me now wonder what was so intriguing about him that got my agents buzzing for Jason to intervene.

"Hand me the folder."

I watch him close the door behind him and then walk over to my desk, where he hands me the beige folder, and once it's in my hands, I sit back at my desk and open it up.

The first thing I noticed was the look in the boy's eyes.

Something about the way the photo captured him made him instantly stand out to me, more than any other potential star I had signed to my company.

I read his folder and noticed that he had not taken any jobs in the past year and that he only had gotten parts for commercials I wouldn't look twice at, something that didn't suit him.

He was a good-looking guy, and if his background was as impressive as it was on paper, then I wondered why he hadn't pursued any stronger roles in TV or movies.

He had the face, and the talent, so why was this guy coming to me now?

Evan Beckett... 22 years old, with brown hair and green eyes, he was 5 '9 and was an only child from a small town outside NY to a widowed mother.

He was also severely in debt, which should've alarmed me, but it didn't, it only made me wonder more.

Everything about him left me curious, but I couldn't put my finger on just one thing that made him intrigue me.

Something I haven't felt in a long time was itching at me to meet this guy and get a look at him up close and personal, just to see what makes him tick.

When was the last time I was curious about another human being unless it was for my gain?

"I'll take the interview."

"S-Sir?" Jason stuttered as I handed the file back to him.

"What about the meeting with the board, surely you can't miss that."