Hired (Richard Camacho Fanfic)

Part 3|| meeting the job

J U L I E T T E

A big exhale escapes my lips as I hear footsteps approaching. The door knob turns and before me stands a girl about my age in maid attire. She smiles sweetly at me, and I am relieved at the thought that she might be working here for the same reasons I am. I'd have someone who might get me.

"Welcome, Miss Castellano. Right this way please." The young girl steps to the side so that I can enter. The house is beautiful. There's a white and black modern theme to it, and the floors are so clean they look like they are encrusted in glass. My heels clink against the white ground, and now I stand under a huge diamond chandelier. To my right is a flight of spiraling stairs. "Please follow me, I will lead you to Mister Camacho's office."

"Please call me Juliette," I note to the girl. She smiles and nods.

"I am Alexandra Gonzalez, at your service, Miss Juliette." She says kindly, again I let the 'Miss' slide since perhaps it is part of her job to address formally. I could tell me and her were king to be good friends, and again, it brought a little warmth to my heart to know that I am not completely alone in this strange house. We stop before a two way black door and Alexandra knocks firmly yet softly. She opens the door, making herself aside to that I may step in. My heels click as I enter the room. Behind a desk is a boy with blonde died hair, and another man in a suit. The man stands up and shakes my hand as Alexandra shuts the door after her. The blonde boy behind the desk remains seated and gives me a hard look.

"Nice to meet you, Juliette." The man in the suit greets, offering me the seat next to him after. I sit, feeling the hard stare of the boy still on me. He's the job, by the way. Richard Camacho is his name. And I'm his fake girlfriend. "I am Oscar Diamanté, CNCO's event planner and press manager. I thank you for living up to this role, and I will proceed to give you a run down on the basics.." He whips out a huge binder, and my eyes widen which earns me a little, almost inaudible laugh from the bipolar boy. "You and Richard will need to get to know each other, even the smallest of details by Thursday. You will make your first public appearance by Friday night— CNCO is scheduled to attend an album debut party for their upcoming album. Wardrobe for an event will always be assigned to you days or a day prior to any public appearance. Here's a listing on what to wear for certain events..." He places a second huge booklet on top of my hands. "Your closet is filled with new, brand name clothing. Gucci, Yves Saint Laurent, Dior, Channel, Balmain...you name it, you got it."

"Now, as far as hair and makeup goes I will have someone come in tomorrow morning to teach you the basics, so that you may do your own everyday makeup, but otherwise a makeup artist will come in hours before an event as well as a hair stylist. At the end of every week the stylist will be here to do your weekly wash, trim, and styling. Do not try to do anything on your own to your hair, the press will eat at you like fish bait. Appropriate hair styling and dying guidelines will be on page 47, beginning on paragraph three in your booklet." He flips through the binder some more. "Social media is a huge must, I can assume you already have Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat, and if not set those up. Make sure you make the password something only you will know since hacking is very common. With that said, no nudes or any inappropriate pictures should be taken in any electronics. In the world of fame you can never be too safe." I nod, while Richard arches an eyebrow at me and gives me a once over. Ugh. "Your posts have to be appropriate, do remember that CNCO has many younger fans, and keep in mind that you are acting as a role model to these girls. In other words, do not do anything you wouldn't teach your younger sister to do, are we clear?"

"Yes sir," I finally spoke, my brain still trying to make sense of all the information thrown at me.

"If you have any questions please refer to me, my contact information is written in the cover page, I'll be happy to assist you." Oscar says this as he gathers his stuff and relief can't help but rush through me. I do not want to hear anymore lecturing for today.

Richard stands up too. "Thank you, Mr. Diamanté. I'll see you soon."

"Goodbye, Juliette. Richard be nice." He gives Richard a look and then turns to leave. I turn back to Richard who is already looking at me.

"Hmm." He says to himself as he studies me, circling around me like I'm the sun and he's a planet. "You'd think they'd at least get a girl that is actually my type."

"Excuse me?" I frown. What's his problem? The very first words he says to me and he's being a jerk.

"I didn't stutter." He retorts, "I don't even know you and I can tell you're going to be a stick up my ass."

My arms cross naturally in front of me. "Mi amor, let me tell you something. I'm not here because I like you or your music, I'm just here for the job."

"Good," he smirks. "Then I'm sure you won't be in my way."

"Then we shouldn't have a problem." I fake a smile.