LOST LINE [G.GUSTIN II]

01

CHAPTER ONE: IT'S ALL ABOUT BEING PROFESSIONAL.

"You were seeking for me."

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1 MONTH BEFORE.

Walking through the cold halls of the third floor didn't feel so much like a walk of shame anymore, but i still earned some looks of the women who thought i was stupid enough to leave a man with such line of work. I groaned mentally, how could someone by so shallow to think that being a celebrity was excuse enough to play make believe with someone's feelings?.

"Morning Ms.Evans." My witty and shy assistant greeted as she handed me the cup of coffee. I rolled my eyes, seems like nothing has changed for the past year.

"I told you Myana, you don't have to bring me coffee." I repeated as she shyly chuckled.

"Old habits never die." She murmured.

"Well i'm not Roger, so you need to listen to me now. I won't behave like some 40 year old vexed boss." I chidded, knowing that she wouldn't listen.

Myana-For all i know-has always worked as an assistant, poor thing, seems like her old boss was always 'bossing' her around and treating her like she wasn't human.

The leather chair behind my desk was cold against my uncovered legs - Yes, i had begun to wear skirts because apparently my old jeans weren't professional enough for Scarlett and Camila.

"Do me a favor Myana, could you call Camila for me and tell her how the new article is going?." I asked fairly politely, Myana nodded promptly and walked away with her clicking heels.

Over the course of 6 months a lot had changed, I changed.

It was weird, my articles passed from a website to actual magazines and even some newspapers, and then all of the sudden i was the co-editor of a newly named enterprise, every single article that was about to be published had to go through me first and i get to call the shots of what has to be rewritten and what has to be published.

My line of co-edition has it's limitations though, i only worked the social and celebrity sections, ironically enough. I didn't had a choice, it was either i accepted the job as it was or walked away. It was take it or leave it. And i knew that if i refused to take the deal i would never succed in journalism.

"Hey Kara." I heard someone call my name, crap.

"Hey Seth." I said lifting my gaze to watch how his brown eyes stared down at me.

"How's the article writing?." He asked with his dazzling smile, i scoffed.

"Writer's block sucks." I replied as i looked at the unfinished draft on my notebook. He chuckled as he rested his hand on the backrest of my chair.

"It will come." He said softly, and then. "Maybe it will come faster if you agree to have drink with my tonight." He continued smiling and i raised an eyebrow at him.

He was easily one fo the most attractive man in the floor, but most of the guys that now asked me out were A.Trying to get information of Grant (Yep) B.Trying to get in my pants or C.Geek fans. So it wasn't weird at all that i had now made myself for reservated when it came to the dating topic.