King Kylie on Top

Ch 6: Antidote

12:15 pm

I'm sitting in the matte black Range Rover, which seems to be crawling along, as I frantically call Kris back.

"Hi! Sorry! I was driving!" I pant breathlessly into the phone, totally unbelievably.

"I can't get a hold of Kylie, are you with her?" Kris blows past my excuse.

"No, I'm going to pick her up," I say truthfully, because otherwise she would ask to speak to her and I'd have no solution for that.

"Have her call me as soon as you're with her. And I'll see you at 1:00 pm."

Before she hangs up I add, "Isn't the Lip Kit meeting at 1:30?"

"Yes but I told her we'd be meeting before."

"Ok perfect, no problem! Thanks Kris!"

She hangs up as soon as I'm done. I check the time. Crap. Thirty minutes less than planned.

The moment she hangs up I notice my hand shaking. I'm sitting down, but my breath isn't slowing down at all. And I'm in a beautiful, air-conditioned car, but I can't stop sweating. My hands are clammy, my pits are damp, and I can feel droplets forming on my upper lip. Everything is wrong. It's probably because of the LA heat, my call with Kris, and my impending firing if I mess this up.

But mostly, it's because I can't find Kylie.

9:00 am

I pull up outside Kylie's mansion, slamming on the brakes in front of her door, the Range Rover coming to a slamming halt.

We were already late, and she wasn't picking up my calls. I wasn't worried, though. She was probably dressed and ready to go on the other side of that door like she usually is, taking an OOTD snap video.

I bound out of the Range, run up to the front door, and pound on the door.

"Kylie!! Let's go!!"

I step back, waiting for the door to swing open and Kylie to greet me in her usual fashion, throwing her arms up and getting my approval on her outfit. I always approve. By the time she's at her front door, it's time to go.

The dark oak door in front of me doesn't swing open though, and I can't see inside her front windows for security.

I walk up and pound on the door again.

"Kylie!""

Still nothing. 9:04 am. Where was this girl? On work days, we run a schedule by the minute, and this was unacceptable.

I reached into my purse and pulled out my key chain, one with a duplicate key for every one of Kylie's homes. I flip until I get her front door key. I insert it in the lock, and swing the door open.

I'm met by a moment of utter silence. And then - the alarm. I quickly scamper across her white tiled floor to the alarm on the left wall, before the entrance to her kitchen. I punch in the numbers, and no one has come to the top of the stairs.

"Kylie?" I call out questioningly. I know I'll do a quick sweep of upstairs to double check, but Kylie is not there.

I step out of the house back onto the front steps and call her bodyguard.

"Tim, where's Kylie?" I ask the minute he picks up.

"I'm not sure - I'm off duty right now. I dropped her off at Jordyn's last night and Kyle took over from there."

"Ok, thanks," I rush to hang up.

"Is everything ok?" he asks.

"Yeah, I just couldn't get through to her so thought you might know."