Wrong Number: A Quinton Griggs Fanfiction «completed»

Part 1: Noah Beck?

"Fine, Evan! I'm not doing this with you anymore. It's a waste of our time to keep arguing. We don't work, and I'm not going to force it," I said into the phone, agitated.
"Whatever, Isabella. If you don't think that our relationship is worth it, maybe you aren't. Maybe I'll see you around," Evan replied, hanging up the phone.
I threw my hands up in frustration. I had just broken up with him, but it didn't mean that I wasn't going to be at least a little bit upset. Evan and I had been off and on for the better part of two years, and whether he was my boyfriend or not, he would still matter to me.

My Uber driver looked in the rearview mirror. "Everything okay back there?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. Thanks for asking."
I looked out the window, watching downtown LA pass me by. I was exhausted, but I didn't have the time to dwell on it. We pulled in front of the hotel that I was meeting my client at, and I thanked the driver before getting out. It was time to get in the zone. If my boss got word that I wasn't on top of my game, I would never hear the end of it.

"Good morning, Noah. It's nice to finally meet you face-to-face," I greeted the man that was waiting in the lobby. I recognized him from some of the content that his management team had sent to me.
"Hi. I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name before I left the house this morning," he replied, standing to shake my hand.
"Isabella Davis. It's a pleasure to meet you. Let's go ahead and get started," I said, setting my bag down next to my chair. "Your management team said that you've had a couple of problems recently. Can you explain those to me?"
Noah sighed. "Well, I, uh, I endorsed an ab stimulator," he explained.
I looked him up and down. "I see. That's, um, wow. Noah, I don't want to be rude, but what were you thinking when you did that?"
"It's a long story," he replied, chuckling wryly. "I'm kind of a mess. That's why I'm here. I need your help."

I started writing up a plan for Noah to get back on track, and he watched me intently. "Alright, Noah. Here's the plan," I began, turning my laptop so that it was facing him.
He read through it quickly before looking back up at me. "This is doable. I can definitely do this."
I don't think that he was intentionally being arrogant, but it struck a nerve. "That's the whole point, Noah. Your management team hired me to fix this for you. You don't really have a choice but to do this."
"No, you're right. I didn't mean it like that," he stammered, trying desperately to cover his tracks. "I'm sorry that it came out like that."
I shook my head in understanding. "I get it. I'll get another meeting set up for you in about a week. I'll email this plan over to you and your management team. Get started on step one, and we'll regroup later. It was a pleasure to meet you," I stated, standing up.

I went outside, deciding to walk to my apartment. Noah was my only appointment for the day, and he was apparently going to be a handful.
My boss called as I walked into the building. "Izzie, talk to me. How did the meeting go with Mister, what was his name, Beck?" she asked.
"It was fine, Amanda. He's young, and this is all new to him. He definitely needs a role model or something," I laughed, unlocking my apartment door. "We have a meeting next week."
Amanda chuckled. "Alright. Keep me updated, and keep an eye on this kid's social media. If the past has taught us anything, we really need to keep an eye on our clients."
The last thing that I needed to do was argue, so I agreed before hanging up.

I sank onto the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table. If this kid didn't follow my instructions exactly as I had written them, my work would really be cut out for me. My phone rang again, and I picked it up, groaning slightly. "Isabella Davis."
"Hey, Izzie. It's Nick Austin."
"Hey, Nick. What's up?" I asked. He had been a client a few months ago, but we had already figured everything out.
"Well, you got everything fixed for me, and everything's stayed steady. I wanted to give you a call to thank you," he explained.
"Really, Nick, it was no problem. I was just doing my job," I assured him.
"I'd love to take you out to dinner to show my appreciation."
Uh oh. His tone was flirty, and it made me kind of nervous. "I suppose that could be something that I could swing," I began, "but I'm not sure if it's appropriate for us to have dinner as anything other than business."
"Well," Nick said, "that's fine. It doesn't matter to me what it begins as. I just care about how it ends up."
"Alright, Nick," I laughed.
"Can I pick you up at eight tomorrow night?" he asked.
"Sure," I replied. "I'll send you my address."

Nick hung up, and I laid back on the couch. I had just broken up with Evan that morning, so I definitely wasn't looking to get back into any sort of relationship right now. I knew that was where Nick planned on this going, but we would just have to cross that bridge when we got to it.
I got up, checking some emails when my phone rang again. I didn't look at the screen as I answered. "This is Isabella Davis."
"Hey, Iz. It's Evan."
"Can I ask you why you're calling me?" I asked, struggling to remain calm.
"Rumor has it that you already have a date, and we only broke up less than twelve hours ago," he explained.
"Not a date. Just a business dinner. We're not together anymore, so you need to mind your business, Evan. Thanks for calling, but please don't do it again," I retorted, hanging up the phone.