Interrupted Heart

9 | HOW LOW CAN YOU GO?

One thing that I had noticed about myself recently was that I was unable to keep my emotions under control especially my crying.

Crying meant that you were sad, hurt, even angry and I knew that I was feeling all of these things plus more. It was as if my body gave up trying to be strong. If that wasn't bad enough, I was now bedbound due to my continuous depreciation in energy.

In layman terms, I felt like shit.

I didn't know if it was my body's response to my elevated emotions or if I was coming down with a virus. Either way, the answer was going to have to wait since my medical centre didn't have any appointments until tomorrow afternoon. I considered heading to a walk-in centre but I didn't feel like waiting hours particularly if there was nothing wrong with me.

I had what seemed like hundreds of documents scattered around me in my bed. I needed to finalise payments, which included our staff paychecks, by the end of the day.

Elite had 25 professional clientele all of which were co-managed by Tyson and I. We had also found them managers who would be more hands on with them and not make them feel as though one was getting more attention than the other. Their managers could find them work but at the end it was Elite's decision whether or not to allow them to accept and negotiate fees with the companies.

Ace, on the other hand, was managed by me and he also looked after himself. He refused to have anyone but myself cash in on his success. Of course, he was my main priority but I had an obligation to find the other 24 people endorsements and opportunities.

I was now in a video conference call with Lena, my assistant and the co-founder of a new active wear company who had recently moved their headquarters to London. They were looking for a few males and females to be exclusive brand ambassadors for the next 6 months. Lena had turned on her laptop's screen capture and was now showing Mr. Harper Reese images of the people I believed were right for the job.

"As you can see, Mr. Reese, with the 3 clients that you have been shown, not one of their clothing endorsements have under performed in accordance to the social media attention." Lena changed her screen to the spreadsheet which showed the development in the several clothing company's sales.

"They have all boosted the income of these companies by at least 60%. Did you receive these documents?" He nodded his head whilst flicking through the hard copies. Mr. Reese looked up into the camera after scanning through the papers in front of him. He reminded me of a young Terrence Howard.

Easy on the eyes.

If I was living an uncomplicated, single, carefree life, his piercing eyes would have me stuttering and deep in a trance.

Lena, who was in fact single, couldn't stop the heat rising to her cheeks due to her immediate attraction to Mr. Reese. I had never seen her react to anybody that way and I knew from the look on his face that he saw her reaction also. A small smirk had etched on his lips and I could see the game that he was thinking of putting on Lena when they spoke again.

Lena would stand to the side and keep a straight face during photoshoots that we had had with the males. Even if they were half naked, she kept her demeanor professional. We were twins in that department. I made sure to make a mental note to talk to her about her reaction later on.

"What about Ace?" He asked. Just hearing his name made my stomach knot.

"Unfortunately Mr. Reese-."

"Harper." He interrupted, licking his lips.

Is this man attempting to ...

No he is not!