Finders Keepers

Management

Dylan

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I pace back and forth nervously. My manger only calls me to his officer when something big... Or bad... Is going on.

And whenever something big or bad is going on, my manager always has a plan.

And since I'm legally binded to a contract that states that I have to do whatever he says, there's not much I can do against him.

I sigh pacing some more. All of the sudden my phone starts to ring in my pocket. I quickly pick it up and answer.

"Hello?" I ask, signs of some nervousness in my voice. "Hey. You in there yet?" I hear Tyler ask over the phone. I sigh. "Tyler Im talking to you right now. Do you think I'd be talking to you if I was in there yet?" I say sarcastically.

"Jeeze Stiles no need for all the sarcasm." Tyler says jokingly. I roll my eyes even though I know he can't see me.

"Yeah yeah whatever. But if you were in my position-" "I know. Id be scared as hell." Tyler says cutting me off.

I sigh. I'm about to say something else when I see someone walk in and freeze. 'No... Why's she here?...'

When I don't reply for a little while, I hear Tyler over the phone. "Dylan? You there?" I hear him say worried over the phone.

I see her walk down the hall, looking around until she finally meets my gaze. With wide eyes we both stare at each other. "Tyler I'll call you back later." I say.

I narrow my eyes at her as she steps closer. "Why are you here?" She hisses at me. I roll my eyes.

"I was about to ask you the same exact thing." I say. She crosses her arms. "We'll some guy called me and told me to come in." She says.

I raise an eyebrow. "My manager called me and told me to come in." I say. She shakes her head annoyed. She's about to spit back another comment when a door opens and a short lady steps through the door.

"Dylan O'Brien and Katrina Sky." The lady says, opening the door wider. I glance over at Kat and she stares at the door confused before taking in a deep breath and walking to the door. I follow behind her and step inside the small room-the short lady closing the door behind us.

I see my manager behind the desk and look over, confused. "Please. Take a seat." He says.

We both sit down on opposite sides of the couch, staying as far away from each other as possible. My manager looks at us before clearing his throat and speaking.

"I bet you're both wondering why you're here aren't you?" he asks.

I just nod, knowing that if I do anything else it won't be good. Kat sighs and nods.

"Yeah. I am. Considering I was threatened that if I didn't come-"

"The threat was completely valid, Miss Sky." He says. She doesn't speak and he continues.

"The tabloids have caught the two of you kissing. Dylan just broke up with his girlfriend, and kissing some random girl will not be good publicity for Dylan, or for the show. Even though you aren't strangers, because trust me we know that the both of you have had history." He says. I raise an eyebrow.

Where the hell is he going with this?

"So this is how were going to solve this. You both are going to be a couple. You're going to go out on dates, and look like a cute little couple. You're going to go by our rules and you'll be like this for 4 months. After that, the contract will be over and you will both be slowed to go your separate ways." He says. I raise an eyebrow and Kat stands up.

"This can't possibly be legal. There's no way that I'm going to do that." She says still standing. My manager quickly stands up.

"Actually- you will Katrina. Because you had what we call 'relations without the relation' meaning that even a kiss when caught by the paparazzi can ruin Dylan's whole carrier and since you were involved with him, we could legally sue and have the proof to do it. So please sit down and listen." He says. She slowly sits down.

He sits down and folds his hands on the desk. "Thank you. Now your contract starts today so... Go and be the couple that we want you to be." He says. We both slowly stand up and walk towards the door and I open the door when I hear him speak again.

"And Miss Sky?" He says. She turns around and he speaks again.

"If you don't want to end up in jail, I suggest you stick to the plan. You wouldn't want your collage career that's so important to you going down the toilet." He says. She nods and we walk out of the office and outside of the building.