Pull Me In Closer

Troubled waters.

As the week came to an end no more interviews had been scheduled and thank god for that. As sweet as everyone is, it really kills any social battery you have. I hung out with Aaron then met up with a few of my team that work on my clothing brand. As cocky as I am, at least I care about the planet.

We started designing the next drop and thought of instead of doing the embroidery of my name we would embroider my signature. I even called Chris and Aaron to see the designs. Chris wanted to add a lightning bolt for Thor and Aaron also for Quicksilver. Before they got into a "I'm better." "No, I'm better." I ended the call.

I even went by the studio to play guitar on a new song we are demoing. It may seem like a lot but these are my favorite kinds of days. I love arts and whatever I can create I just love doing that in my free time.

I drove back to my place and opened my door. I took off my coat and tossed my keys on the counter. I ran my hand through my hair and launched myself on my couch. Before I even turned on the TV I fell asleep. I didn't even notice I did until my phone went off.

I groaned and rubbed my eyes before grabbing it. It was an alarm I had set for, '10 minutes until meeting.'

"Shit, shit, shit!"

Today is the briefing for the new movie. First day and I'm going to be late when never in the history of my life have I ever-

My thoughts get cut off by a phone call from my manager, "Where are you? It's-"

"I know, I know! I'm sorry B, I'll be right there."

I rush to get ready as I throw my toothbrush somewhere and put on a t-shirt from my brand and some designer cargos before making my way out.

I quickly drive over to the studio in my black bugatti. I get out and tie my hair up in a messy bun and tuck it into my cap. I rush down a hallway then walk through the door, my eyes land on my manager. "Sorry B, I passed out last night." I sit next to her as a voice grabs my attention.

"Ms. Y/L/N I'm sure you do realize we are on a schedule and not everyone can stop what they are doing to fit your accommodations."

Okay now who the fu-

My jaw clenches as I look over to where the voice came from. This day just keeps getting better.

There aren't many people I'm too keen with… okay maybe there are quite a few that could fit on a few pages that I don't like, but at the very top of every single one...

Is her.

"Is that understood?"

I take in a deep breath and give a fake smile, "Yes, Ms. Johansson."

I roll my eyes the minute she looks away. Bianca looks at me and I could tell as much as she cares about me. She was enjoying this a little too much.

Scarlett was debriefing the plot of the movie and the timeframe meanwhile I was trying to list every other thing I'd rather be doing than be in this room.

Get laid. Smash my head into a brick wall. Throw myself into a bridge. Jump off a bridge. Drive into a bridge. Matter of fact, where is the nearest bridge?

"Ms. Y/L/N"

I look over at Scarlett with a raise of my eyebrow.

"Did you hear what I said?"

I shrug as she very obviously lets out an exasperated sigh. "Everyone will be signing a contract. Make sure nothing goes wrong." I look over at B.

She shakes her head.

"Problem Ms. Y/L/N?"

God, shut up.

"No, Ms. Johansson"