A Little Patience

Chapitre 3

You were in the street, heading towards your office, head in your thoughts. Your altercation with Axl the day before occupied your mind. Feelings you had tried to bury for years came back to the surface, and you didn't like it.

"Miss y/l/n? Miss!"

You turned, frowning as someone yelled your name in the street. 

"Do you have something to say about the newspaper?"

What?

You didn't pay attention to what she said, and huffed, the woman running - as fast as she could with her high heels - after you, a recorder in her hand. You ignored her and continued walking, faster.

Right before entering your building, you checked behind you, but apparently she had given up quick enough. You breathed and pushed the swinging doors.

"Miss y/l/n?"

You turned: a man was standing next to the doors. You recognized him; it was Axl's bodyguard, with... a bouquet in his arms. You blinked as he approached you. "I have this for you." He handed them to you, quickly nodded and left.

You entered the elevator as you eyed the flowers: among them was a little paper, folded in two. You took it and opened it; a "Sorry" was written inside with a black marker pen.

You shook your head, but couldn't help a little smile to spread on your face.

You opened the door of your office.

"'Morning Larry, how are you?"

You headed to your desk to put your briefcase and the bouquet on it, swallowing your feelings. As you didn't hear him answer, you turned.

He was sat at his desk, looking at you with wide eyes, a piece of newspaper against his torso. You chuckled as you eyed the paper: "What? It's going to rain all the week again?"

Your smile faded away as you got no reaction from him. You went in front of the desk and clapped your hands: "Hey, Earth to Larry, is everything alright?"

He blinked and stuttered: "Hum, Miss, there is..." His grip tightened on the sheet. "There is a situation here."

You frowned, as worry reached you. "Larry."

He gulped and finally detached it from him, handing it to you. Still looking at him, you took it and went to the window, under the natural light.

As soon as your eyes went on the front page, it felt like a hundred tons fell on your shoulders.

LOVE AND LAWSUITS: THE NEW SAGA OF THIS YEAR?

The title was in big black letters, printed on a picture of both of you. Yeah, a picture of both of you. You recognized it, of course: it had been taken when both of you dated, when you were at the university. You had met there: he and his group had come to perform one night, and...

You were sat on the grass. He had his arm around your neck, and your head was against his. The picture had been taken when both of you were exchanging a languorous look. In smaller size next to it, a picture of both of you in the street, taken yesterday, judging from your outfit.

You made a step back and fell sat on your chair. Further, Larry got up due to your sudden movement.

There was a whole page dedicated to you inside, but a summary was there to attract the eye.

Did Axl Rose make another bad decision?

The 31-year-old rockstar chose Miss y/n y/l/n to defend him for his trial that will take place in less than a month – yes, when it involves rich people, justice is quick!