Sole Survivor (Eminem Fanfic)

The Meeting

(1 month later)

I made my way to my job at Paramount studios on a rainy Monday morning. The last month had been the most absolute worst four weeks of my entire life. Crystal had texted me on my way in and told me not to go to my office, I was to report to the large conference room.  I had been doing this job for four years now and was used to meeting various big names in the business. It has also done wonders for my side hustle.

Meanwhile in the conference room...everyone was beginning to meander in. Several associates were there, some roadies from other companies, Lilly's main peeps, Emilio, Patrick, Shiq, and Crystal were in attendance. The main attraction was Paul Rosenberg, Alchemist, Mr. Porter, Royce, and of course the GOAT himself, Eminem.

"Lilly's gonna shit when she finds out why she's here." Emilio said to Patrick. "She needs this. She isn't the same, ya know?"

Patrick had been working on other projects and had not seen Lilly since the incident with Damian. "How's she doing with everything?" 

"Not good" Emilio shook his head.

"Well she had fun this past weekend. We was backstage at Meek Mill!" Shiq exclaimed with excitement.

It had spread like wildfire around the business that Damian Rodriguez was arrested for assaulting a young woman. Everyone was aware that Damian had been recently arrested on charges of physical assault and rape.

"Is she the girl that Damian...attacked?" Royce asked. 

 Everyone stayed quiet, unsure of what to say.

"Yeah, but don't say anything." Emilio broke the silence. "She hates being known for just that. She's actually a really cool chick. She sells shoes as a side hustle. Nike's, Jordan's, Yeezy's, anything you want, she got it. She has the in." 

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I finally parked at work and stepped out of my Rose Gold Mercedes.  I just bought it two weeks prior to try and cheer myself up. I wore a simple jeans and sweatshirt as it was a rainy Monday; I was not feeling it. And it hardly ever rains in LA.

I entered the door, slowly made my way down the hall, stepped in the room and BAM! Holy shit! Shiq couldn't hold in her giggle at my astonishment at that moment.  I slowly stepped back out of the room and bumped into Crystal.

"What the fuck are you trying to do to me? I could have...dressed better or something." 

Crystal smiled, "C'mon girl. We need ya in there."

Marshall POV

I wasn't really paying attention to the conversation in the room, it was none of my business.   But my eyes lit up when they said this chick was into sneakers. There aren't many female sneakerheads.

This girl, Lilly, seemed shocked when she entered the room and saw who I was and needed a moment to pull herself together before she re-entered.  I looked up to watch this beautiful, curly-haired individual re-enter the room.  She was wearing a bright orange hoody and jeans, but then I leaned to glance under the table to check out her shoes. She was wearing the new orange Grateful Dead Dunks! Those sneakers are $6000 and impossible to find, but this girl had them.

"Lilly, how was Meek Mill?" Patrick broke the ice.

Lilly smiled shyly, "It was good."

Shiq was still exhilerated from the weekend events, "My girl got us backstage at Meek Mill! We saw him perform from the front row! And after the show his bodyguard took us outside and my girl sold shoes to his entire crew!"

Lilly explained, "His bodyguard hit me up on social last week wanting the new Travis Scott Nike Air Jordan One's. I was lucky enough to get 4 pairs before the release date, so I just brought em all with. Some others too. Luckily, his hype man wears the money size, so I was able to get rid of some old school Jordan's I had forever too. I sold 8 pairs of shoes this weekend."

"Where the hell did you get 4 pairs of Travis Scotts?" Denaun questioned her.

"I got a plug." She stated with confidence.

All the other guys seemed impressed too and a small smile came over Lilly's luscious lips.

"Did you ladies get to hang out with them after the show?" Royce chimed in.

"We did. I'm from Philly (just like Meek Mill and his entourage) so we had a lot to talk about. We got to go with to a club, but I'm sober, so we just stayed for a bit."

Lilly managed to catch my attention again when she admitted she was sober.   I was becoming more interested in her by the minute, and I couldn't stop looking at her!

 Then the meeting began, and Crystal explained that there was an Eminem North American tour to begin in one month. Crystal spent the morning going over jobs, responsibilities, dates, and expectations for the tour.  I don't think Lilly even knew why she was here.

Crystal looked at Lilly as she stated "I think we are all aware that the loser piece of shit Damian Rodriguez has been dismissed and currently awaiting trial so they can lock his ass in cell, which is right where he deserves to be. That being said, Lilly, I need you to rise to the occasion and come on tour as an assistant."

"I gotchu" was her only response. 

She was trying to play it cool, but I knew that she was screaming inside with excitement.  

I took this opportunity to flirt with her, "You could be my personal assistant.  Fetch me Red Bull and shit." 

"Psshht..You couldn't handle my crazy ass."

She got jokes. Everyone in the room snickered and I was even more intrigued by her witty little badass.  I scribbled something down on a piece of paper.

"Ok. Take an hour for lunch!" Crystal clapped her hands and shouted.

Everyone began to rise and exit the room and I walked over to approach Lilly before she left.

"I'm looking forward to working with you." I said and offered my hand.

"Yeah, it'll be fun." Lilly smiled and received the bit of paper I slipped her in the handshake. 

 Our eyes met sharply and it was electric. 

 I turned to leave and glanced back once more before exiting.

Lilly POV

I was beyond excited and overjoyed to be accompanying the Eminem tour over the summer! I was even more thrilled when Marshall himself seemed to notice me.  I caught him staring at me a couple times during the meeting.

After the morning topics were covered and we broke for lunch, Marshall made it his business to come up to talk to me.  We exchanged some simple pleasantries of "nice to meet you, I look forward to working with you".  Then he slipped me a piece of paper as he shook my hand and I couldn't wait to look at it!

I walked down the hall briskly, turned the corner, and read it. It simply said: Have lunch with me. Meet me out back in 5 min.