No Time

Chapter 2

As soon as I entered the car I received a text from Marissa containing the building's address and instructing me to tell the front desk I had a meeting in Mr. Crowley's office.

Despite Marissa's instructions to head straight to the office, I decided to go home and shower first considering I still smelled like coffee from this morning and it was the only way to bring back my natural curls.

Once we reached my condo I quickly ran inside and was in and out of the shower in less than fifteen minutes. I patted myself on the back for making it out so fast before changing into a pair of pitch black jeans, an emerald green flowy spaghetti strap top with thin plaid like lines, and to top it off, my favorite pair of nude stilettos.

I quickly shoved on a warm trench coat like jacket before stepping outside.

"The magazine articles certainly don't lie when they say you have amazing fashion sense," Drake commented when I emerged from my condo.

"Thank you," I said smiling warmly.

"Where to now?" Drake asked once we were both safely in the car.

I gave him the address sent to me by Marissa and soon we were on our way to the part of New York where the tallest buildings in the city could be found.

"This is it," Drake announced after a thirty minute drive through the city.

"Thanks, this isn't too far from the stage, so you can have the rest of the day off," I said, getting out of the car.

Once the car door closed Drake started the car and made his way down the street, leaving me to take in the building in front of me which was probably thirty stories taller than it needed to be.

It was so tall I felt like I was going to break my neck from looking up at it, but that was nothing new in New York so I didn't find it very impressive until I reached the interior.

Everything inside the building was sleek and modern . The waiting room had multiple grey couches and arm chairs and a large white desk directly across from the doors which I made my way over to.

"Excuse me, I have a meeting in Mr. Crowley's office," I stated once I was standing in front of the receptionist.

"You're late," she simply stated not bothering to look up.

"Well excuse me for my tardiness but I didn't know about this meeting until an hour ago," I snapped.

One of my biggest pet peeves was when you were talking to someone and they didn't even have the decency to look at you, I found it incredibly rude and this combined with the rude tone of her voice made it hard to control my temper.

I may be Britain's sweetheart, but I'm also known to have a temper when it comes to people who speak rudely to others.

"Fine I'll look into it but don't be surprised if your meeting is canceled," she said.

"Thank you," I sighed.

"Name?" She asked continuing to type on her computer.

"Clara Husher."

Upon hearing my name her head shot up and she took in my face with wide eyes.

"Oh my God, I am so sorry!" She apologized. "I'll call his PA right now and tell him you're here."

"Thank you," I grinned.

"I just want to say I am such a huge fan, it is an honor to meet you," she rushed out.

"Oh well thank you, I would love to stay and chat but I really need to get this meeting over with so I can get to my performance tonight," I told her kindly.