Exposed//Shawn Mendes

14

About 4 weeks later Shawn and I sat quietly in one of the offices of Tommy Hilfiger, specifically the one stationed in New York. He's a very well known fashion designer Shawn asked me to reach out to for his suit, designed for the Met Gala this year. We were waiting for one of Tommy's representatives to bring out the completed suite.

"Ms. Harris remind me again why I have to be here?" Shawn sighed as he was scrolling on his phone.
"It's courteous, Mr. Mendes. Even if Mr. Hilfiger isn't here himself it shows respect," I answered as I scrolled through Shawn's business e-mails on my new iPad Shawn bought me for business purposes.
"Why should I be here in respects when he can't even do the same," Shawn grumbled.
"I'm sorry, sir." I expressed my fake sympathy.
"Yeah right, I bet you asked me to be here just because you love my company so much." Shawn chuckled, I said nothing as I brushed off his joke.

It's been like this for the past few weeks. Since his drunken night, Shawn's seemed to warm up a bit more to me. Sure an occasional insult would slip out like, a lot but I found it best to just take it with dignity and be the bigger person. It definitely makes things easier on me, he hasn't really taken any unsolicited pictures anymore or even posted others. Maybe I'll get lucky and bore him enough that he'll want me gone and I can actually go home.

As we waited the door opened and a woman walked in with Shawn's suit neatly covered in a white plastic wrap. The woman was standing there waiting as she held the suit in her hands. I quickly stood up and walked over to her.

"Thank you very much, please ensure Mr. Hilfiger that Shawn Mendes was here himself and would also like to thank him very much for the suit." I smiled warmly at her as I took the suit from her hands. She just nodded before turning around and walking out of the office.

"Alright Mr. Mendes, we may leave now," I said turning towards him. He just groaned and stood up stretching out his arms as he did. I was just as tired waiting on that small couch for the past hour as well.
"You couldn't have lied and said I was here?" He asked as he walked up to me.
"Would you expect me to lie to you if this was your situation?" I asked.
"Fair enough, I guess you make a valid point." He shrugged before walking ahead of me and opening the door holding it open for me. I thanked him as I walked through it and we headed for the elevator to get back downstairs.

As we sat in the back seat of the driver's car I scrolled through an email to see a reply from Hailey Baldwin's team, the model Shawn has been planning on going to the event with. It must be a reply to Shawn's invitation to his party the day after the ball back at his home in Toronto.

"Oh, Mr. Mendes, Miss Baldwin has responded to your invite," I said as I opened the e-mail.
"Great! What did she say? I haven't been able to get a hold of her." Shawn asks sounding excited as he leans in closer to me reading the email over my shoulder.
"Um... blah blah blah, formal greeting... basic gist... oh." I read the e-mail to see her answer.
"What?" He asks furrowing his brows at me.
"She can't make it," I answered.
"Oh..." He sounded disappointed.
"At least there's this weekend for the ball," I tried making him feel a bit better.
"Sure." He sighed as he leaned back in his seat sounding annoyed. I felt kind of bad, ever since I started this job I haven't really seen Shawn spend any time with actual friends or people his age besides me. Even then we're not even hanging out I'm still forced to be here against my will.

After a while of awkward silence, I felt a buzzing in my back pocket before I heard my phone go off. I quickly pulled it out and looked at the screen to see mom requesting to video chat. I smiled wide before holding up the phone and swiping the screen to answer. As I did I noticed it wasn't mom but Drew who called.