Haze | Demi Lovato

Epilogue ii.

Demi

"So confirmed on the guest list are Kim and Kayne, Anna Wintour, Oliver Rousteing, Alessandro Michele, and Raf Simmons. They'll all be sitting front row next week, and I have about twenty for RSVP's to go through, but a full list will be on your desk by tomorrow morning."

I turned away from the window to smile politely at one of my assistants, Angela. "Thank you. Please bring me a seat layout of the venue so I can start arranging the seating for the front row."

"Yes, Miss Lovato."

She walked out and I sighed heavily, looking back out of the window. I was at my office in SoHo, one of the smaller properties I owned for the purpose of my company, Devonne. With 7 years of nothing to focus on but my work, I had quickly rose up the ranks in various businesses. Now, Devonne stretched across several different markets.

First was beauty, I had revamped my skincare line so it now fit into every Sephora store across the country. Then came a makeup line, and haircare products. After that, I crossed over to the world of fashion, and now I was a seasoned veteran, about to launch my fourth season of Devonne.

The one part of my life I never touched again was music. I hadn't played or sang a note since the time I played the piano in treatment so many years ago. Instead, I channeled my emotions into work, and so far it was going well.

"Miss Lovato?" Another assistant, Brandon, stood in the doorway. "I have the guest list for tomorrow night."

I walked over and took the paper, noticing his hands were shaking slightly. Brandon was new, and he was absolutely terrified of me. A small part of my was satisfied, but I did feel bad for the guy. I flipped through the names, scanning for one in particular, then nodded when I didn't see it.

"Confirm that I'll be there. Order me a car to pick me up at my apartment tomorrow night at seven o'clock, and have my glam team meet me at five thirty." I paused, then smiled warmly at him. "Thank you, Brandon."

He smiled back tentatively, then walked quickly out of the my office.

I sat down at my desk and rubbed my face tiredly, last night I was up late going through finishing touches on the fashion line so today I was exhausted.

"Am I interrupting?"

I opened my eyes to see Aaron Santos, the CEO of one of the major men's fashion companies that I had partnered with. In one hand was a bag of takeout, and in the other was a single rose. Aaron was admittedly very attractive, the definition of tall, dark, and handsome with his Brazilian features. He had started as a male model and worked his way up. Now extremely successful, he was worth billions, but I had made a decision a long time ago to never become romantically involved with someone again. We had become close since becoming business partners, and I knew he wanted more than that, but I never gave into his advances.

"Not at all, come in."

He smiled charmingly and walked over to sit in front of me. "How is your day going?"

"Stressful." I smiled and shrugged. "The usual, fixing disasters, dodging rich CEO's who try to hit on me."

Aaron laughed and put the rose down in front of me. "Miss Lovato, how dare you accuse me of such a thing."

I smiled, then sighed. "Really, Aaron. It's not anything against you it's just-"

"I know. I've heard things from a lot of people Demi."

"So why do you keep trying?" I whispered. "I've told you time and time again that you can't do anything to change my mind. Why do you keep doing things like this?" I nudged the rose with my hand.