Behind The Lens And Vogue

~|Saving Her Bacon|~

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ALEC'S POV
If there were phone calls I hated were those from work and they were about something too important to discuss on the phone. They put me off, and I'd just get angry. There had never been a worse one, than the one I got from Dad a while ago... A while being four weeks ago. I was at Naliyah's. I had been worried about her, she had been sulking since the death of Luis, but after a few days, she was handling herself just perfectly. She said she needed some time, and I gave her more than enough. When I went to see her, she was happy, she wasn't sad. She actually talked, and looked more than happy to see me, even though she said I was an idiot when I told her I was in the elevators to her place. When she opened the door, she was checking me out... Yeah, my girl was back. When she told me she needed to go to Katrina's, I offered to drop her off. She went upstairs to take a shower, then my Dad called. I wish I hadn't picked that call... I feel like it was the start of all the disastrous events that took place.

"Son, there's something I need to talk to you about, okay?" he said.

"Yeah sure, what's up Dad? Everything okay?"

"Yeah, there's just some news I need to deliver to you. We had a board meeting the other day, in your absence, and I told them about my condition, and how I can no longer handle a lot of work. After deep discussion, we're appointing you the CEO of La Vida Es Moda, inauguration to be set soon,"

I was quiet for a while. He was obviously joking, trying to make me laugh, because I had also been quiet and reserved the past few days. So I began laughing.

"What are you laughing about Alec?"

"Dad, why do you crack a joke and stay quiet without laughing? You must be kidding me, right?"

"Alec, I am dead serious. I'm passing over the company to you, you can handle it better, "

His tone was serious. I was quiet on my phone. These old men and women sat down, made their decision and called it final, without consulting me. I was eerily quiet, and suddenly I was angry. I felt like my Dad didn't know I had a life of my own. I couldn't be his back up just whenever he wanted. Just the previous day he was sending me back to London to check up on his project. having booked a plane, reserved a hotel just in case I didn't want to spend my time in the house at London, and asked me to give him a full report about the ongoing project. He acted like he didn't know I was the CEO of my own cloth line, I had investments here and there that I had to take care of, and a life of my own because life isn't about work only. Like he was taking advantage of me being his son, and it's like a pitty party for himself, he could order me around to do things for him because he knows I care for him and I'd do anything for him.

But I think he just crossed the line. I cut the call and threw the phone on her couch.

As I paced back and forth, my publicist called me. Her name is Bethany. Lately a lot had been happening, and attention was coming towards me because of the thriving and booming cloth line business I was having. Magazines were also catching my attention now, and it was about to get wild... I could feel it. I picked up the phone, and answered it.

"Hey Beth, what's up?"

"Hi. There's something I wanted to talk to you about. Are you in the position to talk right now? Or I should wait until later?"

"No it's okay, what is it?"

"So, I want to remind you you're getting attention. There's three TV stations that are asking if they can interview you about your work. Antenna 3, Cuatro, Telecinco. I got call from Washington DC, they wish to have you too. I think you should attend them,"

Oh well.

"Do they have dates or they'd want to schedule according to my calendar?"

"They'd wish to schedule with your calendar. I looked through, with your P.A. and looked at the free dates you have just in case,"