Rue, The Invisible Publisict.

The encounter.

Rue was struggling to walk but that didn't matter because this guy she'd just met, Scott, was so damn gorgeous that he motivated her to utilize her lower limbs despite the state she was currently in ; drunk and vulnerable.

They approached a block of studio apartments and took the elevator up to Scott's place. She couldn't comprehend why she was there with this stranger who could potentially be a rapist but she didn't care because.. she was drunk in lust.

His blonde brown hair and blue eyes that were so clear you could see your future through them.

Rue sat on the couch while Scott fixed her coffee. He went up to his room and when Rue went there to check if he was still awake, she froze at the sight of his gorgeous and well built body. She finally recovered her power of speech and asked to use the bathroom.

She stared at herself. Her lipstick was fading and her hair was messy. This is the I'm-ready-to-fuck look she thought to herself as she fixed it into place. She could hear a Lana Del Rey song playing in Scotts room, perfect she thought. She just wanted to get out of there and go home already because she felt too damn vulnerable and that's not her. Rue is always in control. Always.

She opened the door and Scott was lying half naked in his bed.

" Uhm, I should go now.. thanks " Rue couldn't even utter the words out properly.

" Come on, can't you just stay over? I promise I won't bite ", said Scott in the most seductive tone ever.

Rue was well aware of what would happen after that. She could control everything except her urge to fuck. She was a freak, a super freak. She jumped into bed with Scott and as they say , the rest is history.

She woke up with the toughest headache ever. Oh, she couldn't control hangovers either. She was embarrassed at the thought of the events that took place last night and she was now planning her escape. She gathered her clothes and ninja'd her way out of there. She took in the smell of 5th Avenue and hailed a cab back home.

It was only when she reached her doorstep that she remembered that she forgot her cellphone. Fuck she thought to herself, now she had to go back there.

She hailed a cab and although her memory was a bit blurred, she remembered Scott's place. She took the elevator and stood infront of Scott's door, unable to knock.

Finally she opened the door and was relieved to see that Scott was still asleep. She took her phone which was lying on the table and just as she was about to leave, Scott woke up.

" Not so fast, I didn't even get your number ", he rumbled.

Oh no. What did I get myself into ? Rue thought.

" Oh yes, I was going to get coffee. " , Rue lied.

She was great at that. Once she lied to her ex boyfriend that she was moving away to Africa and he waited at the airport on the day she was bound to leave. He waited forever. Poor guy.

Rue was just about to lie some more when she caught a glimpse of Mrs Bensimone herself framed on Scotts wall. Oh gosh she thought, no wonder he looked so familiar. Scott was her daughter, she was Scott's mother. Rue's jaw dropped, she knew there was just no getting out of this one.

Oh well she thought, he doesn't know who I am so this shouldn't be a problem.

" Rue, why don't you come over tonight ? I'd like to show you something you'd like , just a few blocks from here. " Scott said.

" You know my name ? How.. oh yeah Efron.." Rue couldn't help but feel embarrassed. She messed that one real bad. She didn't know why she was the way she was. She was living life so recklessly and she didn't care what effect that had on others. But that was who she was, she was Rue Rebel.

Rue agreed to Scotts proposal and jolted out of there. She had to go to Bensimone today to get feedback about Jencruvals party as she was now demoted to junior journo.

She dreaded the drive there. It was as if she needed this job when in fact she only needed something to keep her busy just so she wouldn't think of eloping to Vegas with the first boy she fell in love with. She had a reason to stay, her job was her reason to stay. Her only real connection with the City.

She got the Bensimone's front desk and was lead to the top floor where she was ushered into Mrs Bensimone's office. It was white literally lacking colour but Mrs Bensimone blended in just well. She lacked colour too. She was pale and her face was drenched in botox but her eyes, they were just as clear as Scott's.

" I know why you're here so let me just make your job easier. Jencruval's launch was horrible. " she said.

She then added , " But the only thing I found interesting was the way you helplessly hurled all over my son. I can't blame you, he is quite a catch. "

I didn't have to answer to that although i couldn't help but feel overjoyed by the comment she made about the launch.

I was just about to leave when she said in a French accent, " I am looking for a publicist and your resúme looks quite impressive. "

That was a tempting offer. I was one to act on impulse but I thought this one through.

" I'll be sure to get back to you, bye. " , I paced out of there before I got myself into more temptations.

The ride back home seemed to take forever, I was just about to imagine a quite night in when I remembered I had to meet Scott tonight. Ugh what would I even wear, he didn't even say where we were going. I hope he wasn't taking me to an opera show because I hated those. Who the hell manages to stay awake through those? So boring.

I lay in bed and went over some emails. The house was quite and I haven't seen mom and dad since the party but the Bentley they drove there was parked outside which means they were around.

I hated reading my emails because it was all the same bullshit. Why couldn't the press get over that, it was months ago.

I tried to nap but all I could remember was Mrs Bensimones tempting offer. Maybe I could do it. My parents wouldn't have to know, but news travel fast in the fashion world. Maybe I'd change my identity, create an alter ego who would be my cover up at Bensimone. These were rather strange thoughts for a lovely Monday afternoon.

I finally stopped thinking and shut my eyes.

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