Publicists and Popstars (Shawmila)

Neglection and Narcissism

Im writing this chapter from a theme park and I'm extremely dizzy. I'm on the verge of throwing up. I'm taking a rest so I decided to write the first chapter of this.

I scanned through the latest copy of HotStar, as I searched for my article. The slick pages crawled against my fingertips as I flipped each piece of gossip over to the side. The corners
of my mouth rose as a grin was plastered on my face.

The Most Influential Popstars of the 21st century by Karla Cabello

I reread the headline as I fawn over my achievement. They may not acknowledge my presence, but I wrote this piece. I must admit this might be my best report yet. My grin fades as I glance at the author.

Karla.

Regardless the amount of times I've insisted to write Camila, however they've ignored my requests. I sigh as I close the magazine and place it on the side of my desk. Karla. Old, horrific memories erupt in my head as I try to shake it off. I shiver and continue my work.

"Karla!" A sharp firm voice yells from the other room.

"Camila." I said as I entered the condensed office. The blinds were wide open as light pierced towards the room.  Papers scattered the floor as awards and certificates are plastered on the creamy white walls.

"Whatever. Camila, Karla, Canola, same thing, same thing." He said sarcastically as he cocked his head side to side. I glared at him as I sat down in the velvet black chair.

"Why have you called me here." I asked grumpily.

"Remember Karla, I am your boss, I can do anything to your career and reputation." He said as threats rolled off his tongue.

"Reputation my ass." I mumbled.

"So that's how you wanna be? Well I will tell you again, if you decide to keep this behavior I will have no choice but, to de promote you."

"Yes, you do have a choice. You can't neglect me all my life, Papa."

"I stopped being your Papa many years ago, Karla."

"I know. But I don't know why."

"Anyway, the reason I called you here is because of your new article." He said, changing the subject.

I nodded slowly. "So, what about it?"

"It's making good money." A hint of greediness tints his voice. A gleam in his eye tells it all. He's done being Papa. He is now Boss. The 'Boss' you can't treat you correctly and responds with the obvious tone of narcissism.

"I want you to interview one of the subjects you've talked about."

Subjects.

"Those subjects are people, Boss." I said emphasizing the last word as I popped the B.

"Let's just get this over with. Who will I interview?"

"Let me see." He replies as he grabs the edition on his desk and flips through the pages, a distinct sound of crisp paper fills the rooms silence. He flips the magazine around to show me and points to a name in bold black letters.

SHAWN MENDES

I nod slowly, my body may be there but my heart literally just jumped out the window. My brain fangirled as I bit my lip to hold back an enormous grin.

"I see you are happy about this, Camila."

I whip my head up as my eyes long for answers. He never calls me Camila unless he's serious.

"Interview. That's your priority. Nothing else."

"Papa, I'm not gonna do anyth-"

"We can't risk my reputation and the company's reputation as well. Karla he's a narcissist and he's dangerous."

Karla. There it is again.

"If he were any of those things then I wouldn't have mentioned him in the article."

"Karla, just interview him and that's all. Promise me that okay?" He said as I sense the shakiness and the need in his voice. I nod as I exhale a large sigh.

"Okay. Fine." I stood up and left the silent room.