Impossible (Working Title)

Chapter 4 - The Crazy Proposal

Did I mention Suarez Riccardo was an Italian with a Spanish mother? Well, that means he was gifted with typical gorgeous Italian men jeans along with his mother's grey eyes. He must be forty but didn't look a day over thirty. I am sure his good looks played a great role in getting him the deals that he wanted because most ladies drooled over him and most men were instantly scared of his money and reputation.

I, on the other hand, hated him. And yet, at that moment, I was flaunting my naked back and enticing cleavage at him because I wanted him on my side.

"Well, its an attractive offer, I must agree. But I doubt my commitments this time will let me do justice to your first visit. I would prefer to take you along when we can go around the city together. I can show you all the real beautiful places, not the ones that are crowded by tourists. What say?" Suarez replied standing up and placing an arm around my waist, counter-questioning me in my own style.

I must say I wanted nothing but to throw his arm and him off the conference room window on the sixtieth-floor office. He was rejecting my request and yet trying to take up on the unsaid offer. How disgusting can he get!

"I don't see how that can work. That's going to delay my next album further till your return," I replied stiffly, despite my efforts to control my disappointment.

"Yes, that brings us back to your album. Olen and I was discussing and we think, maybe it would be better to differ the album for some time.

"That's ridiculous!"

"Hear me out. Olen and I have been studying the trends for past couple of months and analysts' team had been putting up. This may come as dampener but the projections don't predict a good time for a young female musician. We need to wait for the right time to launch your next album so that its even bigger a hit. Not that we don't want you to work on your music in the meanwhile. I have a preposition for you."

"You have a huge fan following on social media. Your followers run in millions. They listen to you, follow you, do everything that you. We want you to be an influencer for us. I have several other business interests other than music. You can help with your followers and we can relook at your album. In some time."

"You must be fucking kidding me!"

"On the contrary, I am absolutely serious. I need you to be my influencer."

"That's some shitty plan. I am not doing it. You can take your plan and shove it up-"

"I see you can be quite pleasing when you want to be"

"And you remain shitty as ever,"

"Believe me, I have heard worse."

"Oh, I can elaborate. But that's certainly not the point. Why are you doing this?"

"Nothing personal babe. Its all for the business. I am sure you know we are in it together. Olen launched you when no one knew you. Now its time to return the favour. It's a circle. Before you know it, you will be launching your album again!"

"How long are we talking about?"

"Six months. A year on the tops. Its difficult to give an accurate timeline but it will depend on the market. When it is ready, you will be back."

He had thought of everything. I asked several other questions just out of frustration or to delay the outcome, but everyone in the room including me knew what it will be.

For I was not prepared for this! Social media influencer! Was that even a thing!

I knew they wanted to dump me but this was royal. It had Suarez Riccardo written all over it. I had been a fool to think I would be able to manipulate the man through a revealing dress and few bold moves.