Songs Unsung - Book One

Chapter One

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"Annabelle, come in here please" the intercom rang loudly in my ears.

"This can't be good" I thought as I swallowed heavily in fear. The only time my boss calls me is if the situation is dire. I guess that's today.

I walked for what felt like an eternity down the white corporate hallway. The lights burn my eyes as they fill every crevice with white sterile light. There was no warmth in this building and I don't just mean in the walls and corridors. It was especially cold in the frozen heart of my boss.

I stopped hesitantly at a door at the end of the hallway. "I don't have all day Annabelle" a voice from the other side of the door echoed.

"S-s-sorry" I muttered as I opened the door and peeked inside.

"Close the door behind you and take a seat" Jessica beckoned.

Jessica Morrison. CEO of Aztec Productions. Born and bred from Sydney royalty, her parents headed two of Australia's largest, most successful media firms in the Country.

Jessica attended a private all-girls school and had life handed to her on a silver platter. Sometimes I wonder if she woke up one day and decided she wanted to run her own music production company, walked up to daddy, asked him to wave his magic wand and *poof* there she was the next day, CEO of the most successful brand who signs only the best of the best in the biz. And of course, like all rich, successful and annoyingly spoiled human beings, she is a flawless beauty. Long, shiny auburn hair that never falls out of place with a tall, slender, model like body that could easily make a paper bag sell as coutour in a department store.

"Annabelle" Jessica snapped.

"Yes, Miss Morrison" I answered a little too quickly.

"Look, Annabelle, I have Angus and Simone working on our next 'big thing', I'm up to my neck in proposals for the new enterprise I'm taking on and I have Franca down my throat wanting a Production Manager at her disposal" She breathes out loudly before continuing "You know how busy I am" She looks down at her desk and picks up a small glass a third full of a brown liquid and takes a large sip. "I'm sending you to work with Franca to get her off my back".

"To Franca?" I gasped "But Franca works in Los Angles! I can't, I mean.. it's America!".

"Annabelle!" Jessica snapped "This isn't a proposal. You will go to Franca and be the best goddamn Production Manager she has ever had. Everything is organised. You have an apartment 15 minutes commute from the office and your flight is booked for tomorrow." Her tone was strict and to the point.

"But..." I tried to plead

"That will be all Annabelle. Sarah has the details" she waved her hand dismissively as she took another large sip from her glass and pivoted around on her chair - her back now facing me.

I stood from my chair shocked for a moment, my mouth felt like it was hitting the floor. I shook my head in disbelief and swiftly made my exit from her office.

"Tomorrow" Jessica's voice echoed in recollection in my mind. "Tomorrow?!" I thought. "How the hell am I meant to pack up my life and move to America in less than 24 hours?!... I'd better get home" I thought.

I spoke to Sarah, Jessica's Personal Assistant on my dash out of the office. She provided me with plane ticket, an itinerary and contact details for the Real Estate Agent who will be letting me the apartment.

"Hold on" I alerted Sarah "Where is my return ticket?" I looked at her questionably.

"She didn't tell you?" Sarah replied "Jessica has made an agreement with Franca that you will work until you are no longer required."

"Until I'm no longer required? But, that could be.... Who knows how long that could be!" I exclaimed.

"I'm Sorry Annabelle' Sarah looked at me sympathetically. "Good luck!" she said as she hugged me goodbye.

"Thanks Sare, I'll keep in touch" I said before leaving the office - for who knows how long.

As the bus moved slowly through the traffic on the way home my mind wandered to Sarah's words before I left the office. "You will work until you are no longer required." Her voice resonated in my head. "I can't move my life to another Country over night. What about Mia, my parents... Caleb..." I felt sick.

Jessica would commonly just turn her employee's lives upside down. From being on call 24/7 exposed to her beckoning 4am calls when she had a bender and needed take away food delivered, to taking her poodle to a 'vegan veterinary clinic' for a manicure on a Sunday. But, I needed this job. It was a stepping stone to owning my own record label someday. I had to let this chapter of my life play out. There was only one thing I could do. Call Mia.

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