Chapter 1 (edited)

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Chapter 1

"Hey it's 9am, you'll be late for your shoot."

Why the hell do people love to wake you up when you have the sweetest dream ever?

"Hey, rise and shine! A whole new world is waiting for your magazine cover!"

Nana, she's the loveliest person I've met, but not now! She still continued bugging my shoulder and tapping my face. Ugh.

"Can I re-schedule it Nana? Please"

I'm trying to say that more dramatically but my hoarse voice failed.

"No darling. It's a firm no from your manager"

"But he let me go at 2am!"

I sat down at my bed abruptly that I nearly had my neck broken. I held my precious neck and started swinging it side by side.

"He's so rude and I know it baby, but still he is your manager and you signed your contract with him so you have no choice but to follow his instructions."

She said as matter of fact.

"But I only have... 6 hours of sleep!"

"And 10 hours of work, deal with it hunny, you chose this."

She said nodding and looking at me like I should be regretting something. She fixed my food in my bedside table and started to walk through my laundry bin and then walk out of my room.

"Why are you so mean to me Nana."

I whispered to myself and I picked myself up and started to walk to the bathroom. I stepped inside the shower and cursed myself for not checking the water's temperature. Damn.


I still don't know why this business magazine is aching for me to represent someone's company, like hey, I'm not a business woman, and I don't own those freaking tall buildings, and I don't own a lot of stocks and such. And I don't know why my duck-headed manager grabbed this freaking offer and forced me to sign that freaking contract. I almost jumped in shock when Mr. David snapped the hell out of me.

"I'm talking about some business here and you are not listening.

He said well, a little annoyed I guess. But I am more annoyed, he should know that.

"C'mon Mr. David you are my manager, and it is expected that you'll be the one to take care of those shits."

I said smiling at him, trying to make our conversation more casual. He frowned and looked more annoyed than me. But I am really more annoyed than him so I am not losing this annoying game.

"And don't show me that I-am-freaking-pissed-face, because believe me you'll regret it if I show you how pissed I am right now."

I glared at him, so he does. Really, I think he's gay. And it's a bit loss for women because he is hot, without his annoyed face of course.


We arrived a little late, and guess it's because of me. I just shrugged and went down to the car and raised my brow. Why the hell are we standing in front of a busy building when we should be in the studio?!

I shot a look at my lovely manager but he's not beside me anymore, instead he is a few steps away from me and damn he is looking at me like I'm an idiot.

I walked pass by him and a lady, (I think in her mid-20's, wearing the usual pencil skirts) ushered us in the elevator. I can't take this feeling anymore so..

"What the hell are we doing here?! You told my Nana to wake me up at freaking 9 o'clock, told her that I'll be late for a photo shoot then here, I am riding some company's elevator going nowhere I would never wanna know!"

I'm catching my breath, cause I did freak out and the lady who ushered us is looking at me, shocked for my sudden burst out. He took a deep breath and opened his mouth, ready to start his statement when the elevator burst open.

I think we are on someone's, I don't even wanna know who is, office. And I am freaking right because standing behind that table looking at the overview of the city is someone's back, broad back I mean. I sighed to myself, ready to turn my heels, when

"Stand right where you are Ayana Mendez, we have some business to talk about"

I froze right where I am, literally and I am hoping that Elsa would come and thaw my frozen heart. 

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