Frei: Exposed

Chapter 2

Anthony Voisin sat, staring at the papers in front of him. Something was wrong, but he couldn't put his finger on it. This would be his biggest project yet and everything had to be perfect. Of course, he knew this was a very stereotypical idea and that it most likely wouldn't match the picture in his head.

The media focusing on him did not help at all. He wanted to focus on the project and the architects working for him on it. "Why is it so hard to make a living in this city?" He thought

He stood up and walked towards the big window in his office. This was not a huge glass wall that overlooked the smaller sky scrapers in the city, like in movies or overly romantic novels, but rather it had a view of the office in the building across from his.

It was his dream to one day design an iconic building like the Big Ben and the Shard in London or the Eiffel Tower in Paris or even the overly famous Empire State Building that resided in the very city he stood in. He was hell bent on making it big time and he was fast on his way to the top.

His thoughts returned to the designs on his desk. He wanted something modern; with a historical feel. Maybe he should return to his original Victorian ultra modern design that inspired this one.
No. He just had to think. To re-evaluate what he had and what exactly he still needed to make it perfect.
Yes. He needed inspiration.

His train of thought was broken by the creek of his big office door opening.

"Mr. Voisin, there's a call on line two for you. It's about the FNG interview." Anthony's shy secretary peered timidly around the door.

" Angela, I asked you not to bother me. Please sort it out and give me a briefing tomorrow morning. I'm busy."

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." Angela replied and scurried back to her desk, not wanting to annoy her boss any further.

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Jamilia sat at her desk contemplating her future. Marcus's article could advance her career by far and it was a big deal to write about a sexy bachelor, but it was so invasive. So personal. She couldn't even imagine what She would say or do if someone wanted the inside scoop of her life...

She turned away from her desk and quickly got up. Walking over to the small kitchen on her floor, she made herself a nice cup of sweet tea. Anyone that knew a thing about Jamilia knew that she only drank sweet tea when she was upset and today she couldn't really put her finger on why exactly that was. She decided she would talk to Daxton that evening; he always knew what she was thinking before she did.

Sitting back down at her desk she continued with the article she was writing. It was about Mac's new matte lipstick line that was doing great in the market and instantly became all the rage among the youth. This was her comfort zone; fashion, music, make-up, she loved it all. As she typed the article, her mind drifted and she nearly jumped out of her chair when someone spoke directly behind her.

"Jamilia, aren't you coming for lunch? All of the girls are already down in the cafeteria. We want to know all about that sexy architect that you are interviewing tomorrow!" Alyssa exclaimed with a smirk and a little wiggle of her eyebrows.

Jamilia checked the time on her computer, puzzled by what Alyssa was saying. It couldn't be one o'clock already! But there was her proof. Glaring back at her from the bottom right corner of her computer screen were the numbers 13:27, seemingly taunting her for procastinating the whole morning. This was bad. This was very, very bad!

Panicked, she turned back to Alyssa, "I can't today, Alyssa. I'm packed and I only have about four hours to do a day's work. Raincheck?" Jamilia said quickly. So quickly infact that her words jumbled together and Alyssa immediatly knew that she wasn't getting much better out of Jamilia today. She also had to remind herself not to take offence when Jamilia instantly turned back to her computer in a dismissive manner instead of waiting for her reply. She was busy today and Alyssa and the other girls could wait for the gossip about Anthony Voisin. It looked like she didn't have much of a choice anyway.