Management is a Bitch

Chapter 12

Harry's point of view

I've actually been studying for a long time to pass an exam. I don't even know why I really want to pass it, I don't need to have any diploma or certificate but I guess in a few years when I'll already have been forgotten by a lot I want to know at least I have a diploma that I can keep and say to myself at least I have achieved one thing in my life.

I receive a text message from Zayn

Zayn: Have you heard the news?

I frown and answer him:

Harry: What news?

Zayn: Madelyn dumbass

Harry: And?

Zayn: She quit her job

What?!

Zayn: look I'm kind of tired of all of this

Harry: What do you mean?

Zayn: Don't you think when we signed this contract in 2011... We sort of lost control of our own lives?

I sight

Harry: I don't know...

Or I don't want to admit it

Madelyn's point of view

I try discreetly following him but of course I fail. Why does things never go the way I'd like to?

"So, you're sure you're not following me?" He asks

"Just tell me where the bar is and I'll leave you alone"

"Far from here. I'm going to it right now"

"Okay well can I just go with you to the bar and quickly talk to its manager?"

He sights, "Okay"

We take the subway and arrive in a part of London I've rarely been. We walk for a few minutes as I stared at the mystery guy. Why am I trusting him? Who knows what sort of psycho he can be. I have no experience as a bartender, anyway I just need a job. I have to enter my university and for this I need money. I hope in a year I'll have collected enough and will be able to enter my university, even though I'll be way older than everyone.

We arrive in front of the bar. It looks a bit old but I guess it's fine.

"The woman there, she's the owner of the bar" he says, pointing a woman in her late 40's.

I nod, "Should I go talk to her?"

"Yeah obviously" he answers. I slowly walk to her. She glances at me and I notice her platinum blond hair with brown roots. She frowns when she sees I'm scrutinising her.

"Hum. Hi, my name is Madelyn"

"Hi, I'm Tamara. How can I help you" Her voice was deep, low-pitched.

I shake her hand, "Well I heard you were the owner of this bar and you were searching for a bartender"

She nods,