OBSESSED

Chapter 13

Harry's POV

Stacey and Sasha amicably talk as we make our way to my office.

"I think the best idea is if we let Ashley have the will to do what she wants." Stacey says. "The girl seems like she knows a lot."

"You have a point, but I think she would only use the people she feels comfortable with. Which would be unfair to everyone." 

"So, what are you thinking?" Stacey asks as she pushes open the door to my office.

"Give her limits. Tell her one dance has to incorporate everyone, another has to be a duet, a solo, a group. Limits such as those. She would then have to make everyone try out for the dances and she can pick who she thinks will do their best in whichever routine." Sasha explains.

"I think you should listen to her." I finally speak up. "By giving her these boundaries it not only showcases her skills, but it will show everyone, including my father, that these dancers aren't useless. We all know that if we give Ashley this next month to work with them she will whip them into shape."

Stacey sighs as she takes a seat.

"Fine." 

Sasha sends her a victory smile and grabs a bottle of water out of my mini fridge.

"Is there anything else that you would like me to tell Ashley?" Sasha asks.

I shake my head.

"Just keep an eye on her. Like I said before, we all know she's gonna do a great job, but we need her to stay focused. I feel like the dancers won't pay much attention to her."

"Why would you think that?"

"She isn't you Sasha. You have enlisted fear into those dancers, Ashley hasn't." I explain.

"Have you forgotten that she has taught all of them for a week straight without my being present? I missed every rehearsal after the first day, and not once did Ashley come complaining to me."

I shrug.

"I don't care. I'm expecting you to check up on them at least twice a week when she is instructing them. You don't have to stay just long, just make sure everything is running properly."

Sasha looks annoyed, but nods her head.

Knock knock

"Come in." I yell.

The door is pushed open and there stands Rachel. My stepmother's assistant.

She's had a thing for me since she started working here. Once she found out I screwed of the girls, she made it her mission to be one.

And today was no exception. She is wearing an extremely short black pencil skirt that looks so tight she can barely breathe.  A purple button up, that is tighter than the skirt and the first four buttons are popped open.

"Did you need something?" I ask.

Stacey gives me a glare and turns to Rachel with a smile.

"Was there something you needed to tell Harry, dear?" Stacey nicely asks.

"About an hour ago, a man by the name of Trevor Mitchell. He said he needed to speak with you immediately."

Stacey and I stiffen in our chairs.

"Thank you, Rachel." I whisper.

She nods and quietly walks out of the room.

"Sasha, how about you go figure out what dances you're going to do for Ashley's showcase?" Stacey suggests. "I need to speak with Harry."