The Unbelievable (Book Two)

Chapter 22

"You're not telling Harry about the job offer?" Fiona seemed to think this was wrong, but I wasn't even sure if I was going to stay in London much longer.

I was really missing New York and Maine. Not to mention, my brother was fixing to have a baby and so was Alex. They didn't need me there, but I felt like as a sister to both of them, I should be. I haven't been the best person to rely on these past few years, but I want to change my wrap sheet. I don't want to be the sister that's bitchy and unreliable. I've learned that it takes me nowhere except for feeling guilty and it makes me chase after dick that I really do not want. But now that I have a dick that I do want, like all the time, I want to start helping myself become a better person.

"No, I don't think they'd really want me as their campaign star after they get me by myself without Hailey or Harry...It'd be weird? I don't know..." I shrugged and plopped my forehead down on my arm resting on the table in front of me.

"I think you'd do great! Who else can say that Burberry personally sent them a message asking to be the new campaign star? Like seriously name one person besides all of your model friends, Cal?" she was leaning forward and speaking to me like I was the one being ridiculous when it was certainly her for believing that I could actually do something like this.

"We'll see, Fi," I sat up and slouched back into my chair. Just then, Lorraine walked in and I noticed how panicked she seemed.

"We need to chat now," I began to stand up and walk out of the room assuming she meant to talk to Fiona, but she grabbed my elbow and eyed Fiona to leave. Was she going to yell at me for having sex with Harry in here? Oh shit! There's probably cameras in here! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

All of the blood drained from my face and my heart began to beat so heavily that it was the only thing I was able to hear for a few seconds. Then her words began to register, "...Harry's album being released and the video you did with him has been the highlight of the year for us! Your video is trending all over the country and in Ireland as well! I need you to go and cover a concert with him and get us a video of backstage living. I want interviews with the other band members and I need this by the end of next week. Can you do it? I'll give you a massive raise if you can get this done by Wednesday, if not by then, then the end of next week will do."

"I, ugh, I'd have to ask Harry and his band. He might tell me no. I don't think he particularly liked me recording him the other day," I fidgeted under her intense stare. "Wait, you said our video is trending?"

"Yeah, of course. The Raconteur is the next Beatles. He's about to become a mega star and your career is about to skyrocket, Ms. Steele," she winked at me and then hooked her arm with mine and toted me to her office.

I was in shock. This whole conversation had me floored with excitement and serious confusion. However, I was only as good as how good Harry was. That meant Lorraine really wanted me to be doing all of this stuff for her because I was in a serious relationship with her proclaimed "mega star", not because of my own talent.

"I don't know if I'm comfortable with sharing this part of my life and his life with the entire world."

"Oh, you do every day on social media. Every picture you post is being seen by his fans, Hailey's fans, and now your fans, because their fans are your fans. You're living the life every single one of your followers want's. They're envying you! That is why they follow you, dear. That is why your video is blowing up, because they want to be you."

I sighed and closed my eyes. "Can I think about it? I really think I need to have a conversation about this with him and see what his point of view is."

"Of course. Yes, of course," she smiled so politely that I thought maybe I was the one in control of this conversation. Where would the magazine be now without me? Her sales were about to skyrocket all because I knew someone who was a someone. I was in control. This was about my talent. This was about who I was.