No pressure: A Rihanna/ Justin Bieber fanfic

Chapter 13: Busy

Rihanna tumbled on the bed of her cabana. The open windows let in a mild breeze that cut through the humidity. She  had just finished a photo shoot for Vogue Brazil, and was now being afforded some free time. She  kept thinking back to Justin. His, jokes his laugh, his eyes.  Her mind wandered back to that day at the airport when he begged when ) he could see her next she reached across her bed and grabbed her phone from the night stand.

"Hey." She texted.
She added an emoji🙉. She sent it. She laid back down her head and giggled. Like a 16 year old she waited for his quick response.
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Justin's phone vibrated on the desk. He looked over to where it lay. It had to be a  text message. He pursed his mouth together. He reached over to grab the phone.  All of a sudden, a hand slammed down on the desk.
"JUSTIN, ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???"
Scooter Braun yelled.
Justin froze with terror. Scooter had never raised his voice at him before. Not once in the four years that he had been signed to his label. Justin clutched his phone in his fist and looked up at  Scooter. He hadn't even noticed Scooter had been saying anything prior.

Scooter's eyes were bulging, his face on the verge of being magenta.  He looked around frustrated and then wagged his finger at Justin.
"You know you're really lucky that  Diplo and Skrillex  want to feature on this song." Said Scooter.
"I hate to say it man, but you're career has taken  a serious dive. The partying, the drinking, the pissing into mop buckets, making fun of ex-presidents! You're the most hated 20 year old in America." Scooter put his hands on his head and paced around, fuming. He continued.
"Do you know what the suits upstairs are telling me?"

"No sir." Justin said.

"They want me to drop you from the record label, Justin, that's what they have been telling me."

Justin leaned back in his chair, his hand in a fist in front of his mouth, his gaze glazed over. He had known things were bad, but he hadn't known they were this bad.
Scooter took a deep breath and leaned down to Justin's level. He looked him dead in the eye.

"What do you want?" Scooter said.

Justin's face was solemn. He collected his thoughts.
"I want to be on top."Justin said.

"You want to be on top?" Scooter repeated. "Then you've got to get your priorities straight. When we're in the studio I need not your 100%, but 200%. I can't have you lolly gagging looking at your phone. In order to make this record great I'm going to need you to give everything . I don't have the power to save your career, only you do. Do you understand?"

Justin nodded his head.
"Yes sir."

Scooter let out a sigh of relief. "Alright then, let's get to work."

Justin looked down at his lock screen. It was a message from Rihanna. She had finally texted him. But was it worth it? Justin looked around the room to see if anyone was around. He set the phone down on the table and continued working.
He didn't respond to the message.
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After watching Netflix for two hours, Rihanna decided it was time to go bed. She had a flight tomorrow back to the states.
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After the meeting Justin got of the studio. He looked down at his phone. Rihanna had texted him.

"Hey 🙉" the message said, with a cute little emoji of a monkey by its side.

He took a breath and tapped on his keyboard.

"Hey."

He went got into a cab and rode back to his apartment for the night
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Rihanna woke up on the Jet in L.A.  She had gotten a text. It was a new message from Justin.