The Billionaire's Obsession✓

14

Ciara Mendes

          The door of my small office was pushed open and in came Mrs Florence dressed elegantly as always. In a blue silk suit, her hair curled flowing down her shoulders.

"Ciara I found your next story."

Before I could say anything she drop a magazine on my desk and took a seat opposite from me.

On the cover was the man who have been stalking me for the past few days.

"Lit covered a story on the number one most important man in LA as their title says but they only covered the boring stuff."

The picture of Giovanni Haynes on the cover did not do him much justice, their photographer had done a bad job. I would never admit it especially to that self-centred man whore but he was more handsome in person.

He was leaning on one of the most sexiest car I have ever seen, with his arms folded across his chest in a slick  grey suit. 

Mrs Florence clear her throat before grabbing the magazine from my desk in order to get my attention.

"I need you to stop gawping at him and go in deep with this one, get all the juices on him. You did photography in college right?"

I stare at her in shock. Her first words sounded like something Eve would say. I was not gawping at him; If I was in fact gawping it would be at the car.

What did me doing photography had to do with anything, "I did it in highschool for three years."

"That's great." She says pushing her chair back. "I trust that you are good at it?"

I sigh wondering where she was going with this. "I am."

"I will need you to take pictures."

"May I ask why?" I ask in the most respectable voice I could muster.

Here I was trying to stay away from him and it seems as if the universe wanted nothing more than me having to be in the same room with him for more time than I have to.

"You know we have limited photographers here. Micah and Sam are going with Lindsay to cover a story in Siberia for a month, hopefully it will be less. I suppose you know that Leila won't be in for another two weeks because her broken arm is still healing after that small incident she had."

I would hardly call falling off a mountain, breaking an arm gaining minor injuries, ending up in coma for a week and could have almost died a small incident, but this was my boss who was I to argue with her.

Leila Jackson was a very adventurous thirty four year old which makes me wonder why she didn't choose a different career path.

"I know you don't want to do this. Your face says it all but it's either you don't and lose your job or you do and gain a promotion, but I will need you to do whatever it takes. We are talking about increase in sales!"

"Alright. I'll find away to contact him."

The woman got up from the chair saying,"Oh I saw him coming out of Lindsay office a few days ago. Why don't you ask her."

Without saying anything else she sway her way out of my office.

I should not be surprise. Lindsay was not that different from Bridget, they were men magnet and just like Bridget Lindsay probably didn't care even if it was her sister's fiance.

I stood from my chair and left my office. What was Lindsay story about that she had to stay in Siberia for a month and that too with Sam Gilinsky and my male bestie. I enter the elevator for it to take me on the fourth floor. Flare held five floors; on the fifth floor was where Ms Florence office is located and the forth floor is where I will be if I did end up getting a promotion.

Gaining a promotion for me meant more pay, and extra milk for my coffee though I never drink coffee. I was pretty fortunate because unlike the other workers I had my own more private office.

I stare at the pink star on the mahogany door with Lindsay Schultz printed in gold in the middle of the door. It reminded me of a teenage girl room door are a celebrity dressing room.

I knock twice before the Barbie of Flare decided to open her door. Her blond hair was in a bun on the top of her head and her light brown dress did well for her skin colour.

"What are you doing here?"

"I have a story to cover. I need Giovanni Haynes number, do you have it?" I say void of emotion.

A smirk grew on her face as she gesture for me to enter. I walk past her.

"I thought you would have it. I mean you two were locked up in that tiny office of yours for quite some time."

I ignore what she was trying to say as I look around her office. It was larger than an average size bedroom. There was a large portrait of her in a white gown on the wall to my right and on my left was a leather pink couch next to a few fake plants and other pictures with herself and other people.

Centred in the room was her glass desk that stood next to a pink and white polka dot dust bin.

She took a small box and remove a pink paper, then a pen from another kit that sat on her table.

"It was on this very desk I sat as he stood between my thighs kissing me senseless." I roll my eyes.

"I don't care who are what you do in your spear time so there's no need to tell me all are any of the details." I harshly took the pink sticky note that she had written the number on from her out stretch hand.

Without so much as a thanks I made my way out of her office. I did not want to think much of what she said; people like Giovanni and Lindsay deserves each other.