A New Kind Of Love//Book 2

Chapter Nineteen: The Interview

April 23rd, 1994

Michael's POV    

Bush carefully cut a piece of back string and then weaved it into the large sweater that was meant to cover up the baby bump. I didn't know how well it was doing it's job, I just hoped I didn't look six and a half months pregnant anymore.

Steinbrinner barged into the dining room, notebook and schedule in hand. Bush jumped a bit, tightening the hem too much, annoyed he undid the stitch. "Mr. Bush hurry up, Ms. Walters will be here soon!" He exclaimed making the taylor groan in annoyance.

"I am, Jesus. Michael turn around." He ordered, I did what I was told and turned around.

"And Mr. Nelson," his nasally voice made my ears ring, "try and stay in front of Mr. Jackson when Ms. Walters has a shot that goes down below the chest."

Prince nodded, swinging his legs back and forth above the ground since he was sitting on top of the table. "Alright, calm yourself." Steinbrinner scowled, slicking back his thinning hair and then exiting the room quickly to relive the ever-growing tension.

"Why is he such an asshole!" Prince exclaimed, crossing his legs and popping a cherry flavored blow pop into his sweet mouth.

"Ask Michael that. He's the one who hired him." Bush chuckled, rummaging into his sewing kit to find a better fitting needle.

"I don't know," I shrugged, "he had a good resume." I said under my breath. Prince shook his head, perching a pair of dark black sunglasses into his nose.

Bush continued to adjust the outfit, making it so I just looked fat instead of pregnant which ticked me off a bit but that's what the evil Steinbrinner wanted.

"There we go, all done." Bush put his things away, I snapped out of my dreamland. I turned to the mirror Prince had dragged into the room earlier in that morning.

The midnight colored sweater went down to the mid part of my now chubby thighs, I looked stuffed into my slacks. From the side I didn't appear pregnant, just plump, especially my butt. Prince did a little wolf whistle when my eyes leaned on my behind. My face scarlet, he snickered, he liked it when I got all flushed.

Though Prince thought I looked good, at least that's what I thought his little whistle meant, my self confidence dwindled. I had never been like this at any point in my life, I was like a bean pole but now...my eyes shifted to my face, it was round and chubby. Ew.

"I still look fat." My voice trembled and my one neutral look contorted into one of disgust and sadness.

"You're not fat, now let's go wait for the snake to get here." He hopped off he table and tugged in my hand. I giggled at the nasty nickname Prince had bestowed upon Barbra Walters, I had never met her personally but the rumor was he was quite cold and foreboding.

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I stood, waiting by the door along with Prince and Steinbrinner. I let my eyes wonder around the grand foyer, they landed on a purple ceramic vase. I defiantly didn't remember getting that, must be Prince's, I would occasionally see his things pop up in the house. A nice change in scenery.

A car door slamming jolted me out of my thoughts, Barbra was here. Everyone expected her to enter immediately, since everyone started to gather around the door, staff members and all but she took her sweet time.

The door knob turned and her little figure entered the room. She smugly looked me up and down, her cold eyes staring deeply into my warm ones. I adjusted my fedora, tipping it so it hung over my eyes, obscuring my vision from her chilled stare.