The Contract

Chapter 5 - The One Night Stand

The sound of my telephone ringing was what dragged me out of my sleep. I groaned and turned to the other side of my bed, It wouldn't quit ringing.

I let out a long groan and sat up, turning to the clock, it was past 8am.

I wasn't that late!

I finally got out of bed and dawdled to the table and picked up the telephone. Placing it over my ear, I answered "This better be good"

And the next words I heard made my eyes shoot open. "What?!"

"Check this morning's paper, Pearl. You're on it and not for good reasons!" Kourtney informed I scurried out of the room to the living room immediately, searching for the morning's paper.

But I hadn't gotten it delivered yet. Shit!

I got out my phone and checked the trending news, once I read the first headline, I froze.

WEDDING SCANDALS, COULD THIS BE THE END OF PEARL VEGA'S CAREER?

Fuck!

The news had gone out, the news about the Simmons failed wedding and all of the others and even all of the bad reviews we've gotten. My breathing became ragged.

My hand trembled as a call came in, I stared at the contact ID, it read Mr Simmons, how did the news get out? It was supposed to be a damn secret!

I paced around, trying to summon the courage to answer the call, I finally did.

"Mr Simm-"

"How could you do this?"

"Okay, I know it looks bad but it wasn't -"

"You promised it will be confidential! Now the news is everywhere, on the front paper! Are you doing this for attention or something?!"

"What? I could never, Mr Simmons, this looks bad for us too!" I pointed out, pulling my hair. "Get this under wraps now!"

"The PR team are already on it, I promise to-" the call ended. "Mr Simmons? Mr Simmons? Fuck!" I threw the phone at the other side.

The telephone began ringing again but I ignored it and continued pacing back and forth, my hand in my hair and the other on my waist.

Can this shit get any worst? Who the hell had the balls to-

I knew you'll say this and I'll like to revert your attention back to the file from earlier. If that gets on paper, you'll loose everything.

That asshole's words repeated in my head.

He did this.

He was behind this. This was the article he was talking about, this was the threat! That... that asshole!

He had the guts!

My breathing became ragged, I was gonna kill him, I pulled open my bag and got out the card.

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I slammed the door close and went straight for the double doors. If you're wondering where I was at, I was at Empire, I was paying him a visit.

I was pissed, even beyond it. On my left hand was this morning's paper, I was dressed in a little Prada dress that was hiked up at the side with a a coat over it and heels.

Yeah, I was marching in these heels.

I walked into the grand lobby, my eyes shot to the receptionist. I stopped in front of her, she was already shooting me a bright smile. "Hi, how can I-"