My Hustle and Lover: COMPLETED ✅

Chapter 11

Samir POV

After leaving the hospital this morning Trish and I headed to work. Usually when something tragic happens I'll take a sick day but there was a really big meeting today dealing with the upcoming cover of our magazines so I had to be here. But right after this meeting I'm getting out of here.

"So we need something new something edgy something different on our cover."  Our CEO said to us over the Skye call he had contracted us through.

Edgy and different huh ?

"What about changing our look completely." I said more as a statement than a question.

"Elaborate Ms. Jackson"

"Instead giving everyone what they're use to seeing which is the skinny models in tight dresses and high heels. Let's give them thick models in ripped up jeans and sneakers."

Nobody said anything so I continued.

"Let's show people that you don't need the latest clothes to be in style."

"Where is this all coming from Ms. Jackson" out CEO asked.

I slightly bit bottom on my lip before speaking.

"This young man I know. He inspired me. I love his style but at the same time his style is so simple. It's the way he carries himself that makes the clothes look good. On this cover we need to show everyone that it's not about the clothes. The clothes doesn't make the person , the person makes the clothes."

The room grew quiet then out of nowhere a single person claps filled the room.

I looked up to see it was our CEO.

"I love the idea Ms. Jackson. That's why I put you in charge. And this young man you speak of is he able to come in so we can be able to see what you see as far as his style and clothing."

I could feel the tears building up as I thought maybe August.

"No-o"

I cleared my throat.

"No Sir not at this very moment he's not."

"Oh ok well whenever he's free maybe he could come in."

"I'll make sure to ask him Sir."

"Alright I'll be back in town in the next two to three weeks I hope you all will have something to show me by them but until then good luck and once again good job Ms. Jackson I love the idea."

With that he ended his Skye call and everyone started to grab their things and leave the boardroom.

Once everyone was out the tears poured down my face as I threw the stack of folders that sat in front of me clean across the room.

Placing my hands over my eyes I cried harder. I felt my heart being ripped out of my chest once again.

Why does it always have to be me ? Why is God punishing me ? I never hurt nobody.

I dropped to my knees while I grabbed my chest and continued to sob.

Soon I felt arms wrap around my body rocking my back and forth.