Escondida [Hidden]: A Sebastian Olzanski Fanfiction

In The Darkness...

Arianna's arms stick out in front of her, trying to feel her way through the dark corridors blindly, trying to find her way to the other side when she feels a hand on her shoulder and loud breathing in her ear,

"Don't worry, I'll help you..."

-x-

I sit bolt upright in bed, drenched in sweat, great.

I flop limp, my head landing on the pillow and sigh loudly, another day, I guess.

"Arianna Marie Berlyn!" my mom yells up the stairs, frustrated I didn't listen 10 minutes ago, "Breakfast!"

Oops, we've got to full names already? I thought I'd have another 3 minutes in bed but I guess not.

I kick off my sheets, and click onto Spotify on my phone while I get ready for work.

Today, I'm probably gonna have to deal with some more stroppy musicians, comes with the territory of being a manager, I suppose, but it's exhausting.

I'm 18 years old, but I've already made my empire, I've always been driven and I know how to get what I want. All my life I've been taken advantage of, and because of my baby face, people assume im innocent and naive, boy are they wrong. Just wait until the right person comes into my office. I've made many stars, but the right one? I'll make them a worldwide icon.

I can hope, right?

-x-

I walk into my office and have just sat down when my assistant comes running into the room.

"Um, Miss Berlyn? There's someone here to see you."

"Kaitlin, I told you to keep my schedule clear today so I can focus on completing paperwork for the upcoming artist tours?"

"Yes miss, I did tell this young man that but he seemed pretty insistent on meeting with you, right away."

I roll my eyes, another deadbeat singer desperate for my attention. I wave my hand, gesturing at her to send the idiot in and pick up a pen to start on signing various papers, when I hear someone clearing their throat.

I look up and see a young teenage boy with a guitar on his back. He smiles at me and holds out his hand.

I give him a look, and shake it, "Arianna Berlyn."

He gives me a shy smile in return, "Sebastian Olzanski, miss."