BackStage (Niall Horan Fan Fiction)

5. The Meeting

Song for this chapter  (you need to play this in order so you get the real feeling!)

        one more day - Diamond Rio

        Louder - Lea Michele

(Rachel's POV)

So here I am stuck with Ross. She's busy checking the accounts and dealing with tickets. The accounting department gets a separate room for their work and it doesn't look like an office but packed with computers and folders. I found an empty couch placed in a corner so with a novel I lay down on it. Ross set a small desk and placed her Mac Air on it. She sat on the other end of the couch pushing my legs to the back of it.

The novel written by Sophia Kinsella is amazing, but my eyes start to ache from continues reading.

'Hey book worm! Are you going to finish that whole thing today?' Ross questioned me while heading towards a drawer to pick something. So until she search the file I thought of vanishing from the area. She was with me the whole time and she won't let me go out of her sight. But now's the time! I slowly closed the book and got up from the couch. My back was also aching because of staying in the same posture for almost three hours. Before Ross turns back I slide through the office door.

The coldness in the air hit me straight away. The pain has gone down, but when I tried to feel it the pain came back. Everything around me seems to move fast. People are busy with their own duties and running here and there to get the jobs done before the concert begins. It's true that they are busy, but they paused for a second to question about my health. Though they tried to act that I'm too annoying, they really care about me. Seriously, you have to get injured to see the real personalities around you.

Once I reached the large area which is set for the VIP guests who come to see the games, I found a black leather couch which is facing to a beautiful fountain. We aren't using this section so I can stay hidden until the concert ends. Near the couch was a rack filled with various business magazines. So I picked one randomly to see how it's going on in the other side of the world. Being a daughter of a businessman makes you live with these magazines. My little brain isn't made for business, but reading these stuff let me get an idea of what my dad's dealing with.

So, I start wondering my curious eyes through the words and confusing business statements (I have to go through a dictionary to figure out these big words!) when they halted on a special page. The whole glossy page was reserved for a well-established figure that I didn't get to see for six months. He was wearing a tailor made suite with a white button down and the over coat is flying wildly because of the strong wind. His face was half way turned right but his position was straight. The black aviator shades made him look younger and handsome. His black hair which was blended with gray highlights is one of his identities that no one can easily follow. His left hand was on the front pocket while the other is pointing at something. Behind him was his private jet. This man has dominated the whole magazine with one picture. His personality is everything when you compared it with other businessmen in the world. Nobody can stand next to him with their head high. His very rare smile made the others melt in front of his feet.

And here I am wondering how I became his only child with all the opposite characteristics. I have no celebrity looks like him, no high personality, no straight forward speech and barley got a pass for business studies. I think I always let him down because I couldn't become a great business person like him. But still I'm his daughter.

I read what was on the article. I was scared at first, but then I found it's nothing bad about his business. The last article I read few weeks ago was about some shares dropping for no reason and he was mad about it. But now it's all about the opposite. He had concluded a successful agreement with one of the high end businessman in Arab and this picture was taken when he returned homeland few days ago. I can see he's happy. With another glance at the picture I closed the magazine. Suddenly I felt homesick. The taste of mom's cooking, and my little room made the urge to throw all my work and run back to my family. But it's impossible. I have to show dad that I can be committed to work as he is.