❝ 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐨𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞'𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ❞
if you ever needed proof, that manifestation is a real thing, this love story sure is.
⋆ spin off // of...
→ ❝ It's not like you're auctioning off yourself to the highest bidder. ❞ ⸻ ˚.*ೃ
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"I WON'T DO IT." "Isla, just think about what it could mean for you, and your career! If—" "I. Won't. Do. It. Forget it, Trish." Arms crossed, not seeming to be open to any kind of constructive discussion, Isla just couldn't bring herself to open up to the idea her publicist had just introduced her to. "That's just... does anybody eben do this kind of stuff nowadays? I mean, it's just.. medieval." "Oh, don't be so dramatic, bubs. It's not like you're auctioning off yourself to the highest bidder." The blonde haired woman, currently wearing a black oversized blazer, paired with matching pants, repeatedly flicked through the pages layer out on her gigantic desk. "Certainly feels like it." mumbling under her breath, Isla locks eyes with the woman sitting across her.
"I just.. I can't believe you're actually serious. About any of this." "Why not? It's profitable. For both partie. And you know that." "Yes, I do know that. If we're talking business terms. If we're talking my personal life, it's just a complete invasion of privacy. And a violation at that." "Isla. It's a PR stunt. An act. Nothing more than that." "It's an intrusion. For a period of time. What would we be agreeing on? Three months? Six months." "A year. At least, that's what the contract currently says. We can of course negotiate, let's say, make it a year and a half." Isla rolls her eyes. Why would she agree to that? "You're actually crazy. And I'm still not doing it." "We've already constructed the break-up, what you guys will post online, how it ended. You'll both walk away from this having profited off of the agreement. I promise."
Trish let's out a sigh. "Isla. We've talked about this. If you want to take it up a notch, you'll have to make sacrifices. And this is one of them." "You really think? That this is the one thing I absolutely have to do? No other option?" "I'm not proposing all of this out of a mere idea. You've split from your boyfriend of six years, it's time to prove that you're not hung up on him and easy to move on. Besides, this is it, Izzy. This will be the next big step. Opening up a whole new group of listeners and consumers of your music. This is going to be great. And no one's gonna know. Expect the two of you and a small group of chosen other people."
Isla stops a moment to think. And then she nods. "Okay. Fine, I'll do it. When do I get to meet him?" Who is him? Who the fuck did she even agree to dating for over a year?
