They're both ambitious, both stubborn, and unbelievably arrogant.
He's the rising star. Some knew his name, but he was not stopping until the world knew it. He wants it printed on every billboard, branded into the mines of every human and animal.
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Kysnor (Chance) Reed- played by Francisco Lachowski! :D
Chance's POV
"Never stop learning, because life never stops teaching" - Unknown
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"I am not paying you to sit in my office and be pretty. I need you to make sure that stuff like this doesn't get out."
"Yeah, and you're doing a pretty shitty job at that"
"I don't care! Make your calls and do your emails, because if this gets out!"
"Yeah, you better know what's going to happen!"
The stout man wave his hands frantically in the air, his button-up shirt escaping the black slacks he wore as he sharply slice the air. From his deep frown lines and an angry scowl that highlight the years that had crept up on him, I can tell he was upset. Swiping his hands through his midnight hair with a dust of greys, he listened to the other person babble on the other end. Mumbling incoherent words, I took notice as he barked down more orders through the phone, then abruptly end the call.
His shoulders raised and fell, releasing the pent-up anger that had been bestowed upon him. His fingers curled tightly around the back of his black office chair.
"I just want you to know I am innocent in this" I raised both palms in defense when his eyes snapped to me. His face morphed into an ugly sneer, his breathing hitching once again. I can literally see the vein making a debut in his neck.
"What do you mean innocent?" he spat, "Chance, you cause a whole f**king commotion in downtown New York causing the NYPD to get involved!" he shouted, releasing the poor chair from his death grip. He began pacing the small glass office. I dared a glance outside of the transparent windows to see the others simultaneously pretending to do their work and eavesdropping.
Right.
"I am innocent, chill. They wanted a party and I gave it to them. Just like how a good ole Chance would" I brushed off, reaching for my phone just as it beeped. An image in my message displays the events that occurred last night. I smirked as I saw the half-naked girls in frozen positions with their asses in the air with signs that said "Twerk for Chance" in their hands and painted on their bodies.
"Do you think this is funny?" Anthony glared at me, slobs of saliva breaking free from his mouth. I grimace before redirecting my eyes to focus on something less disgusting. I didn't answer him.
"I asked, do you think that this is funny?"
I gave him a blank look, completely wiping all emotions from my face. Did he want me to answer that?
