𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 ⇢ richard camacho

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"We're sorry to inform you that sir Camacho couldn't join us today, he has other business at this very moment. His manager will be here any second." The man, in a blue suit who introduced himself as the PR manager from CNCO, said. Getting rid of the ideas what this 'business' could be and if it has any influence on his terrible reputation, I turn my gaze to a booklet with my name in a neat handwriting on it. Underneath my name it says 'contract'. Suddenly I feel really nervous, the contract will make it official. For the upcoming months I will be the fake girlfriend of a 'dickhead', as my brother would say it.
Not even five minutes later a man with glasses opens the big doors to the office.

"Lo siento llegué tarde." He says in a hurry. He doesn't even glance at me but immediately walks over to the PR manager to whisper something in his ear. Rude much? The PR manager looks at me and nods his head to what the guy with glasses just told him.

"We're sorry yet again but have to keep this meeting short, as in really short. Something came up." He says trying to find the best way to bring this to me, awkwardly rubbing his hands together.

"Business?" I ask. Rude? Sí. Am I already annoyed? Sí.

"You could say that." The guy with glasses answers, taking notice in me for the first time since he walked in. An awkward silence arises and the PR manager breaks it with a fake cough.

"If we had more time I would go through this contract with you but I can't. You need to read everything carefully, sign the contract at the indicated spaces and hand the contract in. You could just place it on this desk if I'm not around. My own number is at the bottom of the index page next to Renato's." He says, placing a hand on the wooden desk.

"What's up with that book?" I bluntly ask, pointing at the thick binder.

"That, Miss Silva, is everything about Richard you should know by the first time you're publicly seen with him. That should be by next week, Monday I think. There's a schedule in the booklet as well, at page 15 if I recall correctly." The manager says, glancing at his watch. "Well, we really need to go now. If you have any questions, you can text or call us. Since we nor Richard can give you a tour around the house, the housekeepers will have do that. Nice to meet you Miss Valentina Silva." He ends, placing his glasses higher on the bridge of his nose while grabbing some papers from the desk.

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xx sophia