Exposed//Shawn Mendes

12

30 minutes after Shawn left I quickly stood up from the floor, dried tears on my face, eyes feeling swollen and puffy, and my breathing still having a hard time to breathe normally. I rushed over to my dresser on my side of the hotel room. I pulled open the drawer and started grabbing piles of my clothes in my arms and carried them over to my bed. I dropped them on it and kept going back and forth until all my clothes were there. I made my way into the bathroom grabbing my belongings from there, toothbrush, hairbrush, skin care creams, shampoo, conditioner, anything that was mine. I carried them out to the bed and as soon as I saw I had everything I dropped back to the floor and reached under my bed grabbing my empty bag.

I placed my suitcase on the bed next to my things and started shoving them into the bag. I didn't care anymore about this stupid job, about stupid Shawn, about how good this looks for me, I want out. I want to go home, I want to see my friends and family.

I managed to get everything in my suitcase but before I forgot, I reached into my back pocket pulling out my wallet to ger the stupid card Shawn gave me and went over to his side of the bed. I looked around to see if there was anything I could leave it in. I then noticed his own Louis Vuitton wallet on his nightstand. I snatched it off the stand and opened it placing the card over his ID, assuring him I returned it.

After putting his wallet back where I found it I walked back over to my bed and grabbed my suitcase. I yanked it off the bed and headed for the door. As I reached for the handle I noticed it started jiggling on its own. I gasped and stepped back, surprised Shawn would be back so quickly. But I shouldn't care, I'm leaving, now I can at least tell him to his face that I quit.

The door slowly swung open revealing not Shawn but his manager Andrew Gertler. He stood there looking just as surprised as me. I sighed out of relief, glad that I didn't have to fight with Shawn again.

"Ms. Leila Harris correct?" He asks as he pushed his glasses up from the bridge of his nose.
"You can call me Leila," I said placing my bag on the floor before crossing my arms. If Shawn's not here then I can at least rely on his manager to pass on the message of my resignation.
"What's this?" He asks, nodding his head to my bag.
"I'm leaving, I quit because of Shawn's disgusting attitude towards me. He assaulted me, he's harassed me, and he's publicly released an unconsented photo of me." I explained.
"Um... yes he's told me quite a bit of that..."
"Great! So I'm just gonna book a flight to go back home and-"
"That's the thing, Leila..." Andrew cut me off looking guilty.
"What?" I asked furrowing my brows.
"Uh... this isn't easy but Shawn sent me here to tell you that since you signed that contract while you were back at his home you are legally obliged to stay as his assistant until he dismisses you. It's all in the contract that you signed and he wants me to inform you that if you try to break the contract he will take legal action." Andrew explained scratching the back of his neck looking down at his feet.

"What?! No, I agreed to only be his assistant for a year!" I raised my voice as I placed my hands on my hips. Andrew said nothing as he reached in his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. He held it out to me and I quickly grabbed it and started reading it.

"Leila, that's the contract you signed but I'm assuming you didn't actually read it?" He asks.
"No... No, I thought it was only a year..." I furrowed my brows at the words I was reading, "I, Leila Harris agree to work under Shawn Mendes as his personal assistant so long as he requires me. I agree to work under Mr. Mendes' rules while contracted. I cannot, will not and should not expose Mr. Mendes' personal affairs..." I skimmed over this paragraph until I found what I was looking for, "I can only leave at Mr. Shawn Mendes' dismissal of me when he so desires..." I read aloud the paragraph I signed without thinking.
"Fuck!" I growled as I crumbled the paper in my hand and threw it down. 
"I'm sorry Leila, and on Shawn's behalf as well I apologize for his behavior."
"No! I want an apology from that dumb fuck himself!" I yelled, fueled by my rage once again today.
"I-I understand your upset, I'll give you some time, but again I am truly sorry for any distress he may have caused you." Andrew excused himself as he turned and walked back out the door, shutting it quietly behind him.