*****Kate, of course, had spoken to Nelson about the picture situation just as she had promised Amanda she would. Amanda was a bit relieved and impressed on how her manager handled the matter and not scaring the boy off in the process; Nelson apologized to Kate and then to Amanda promising not to post any more pictures.“I never intended to cause any trouble,” He expressed, sadly “I was just overly excited. I’m sorry.”Nelson was cute when he was apologetic. Or, at least, Amanda thought he was and she'd be a monster if she could still stay angry looking at those puppy eyes ogling back at her. “It’s OK.” Amanda said. She knew she wasn't offended by his pictures, she understood his intention pretty well. But for Kate sake, she dared not let him know that. “I’ll catch up with you later, let me see her off.” She mentioned instead.“Are we good?” Nelson wanted to be sure his actions didn't eat away his friendship with Amanda.“Of course we are.” Amanda affirmed,, assuredly. Taking his
********"Are you sure you were not followed?" Mr. Sebastian Cosgrove, a motivational writer asked, handing a glass of scotch to Wright Junior who finally, was seated on the second single arm chair in Mr. Cosgrove's living room. "I wasn't. I parked my car in the Primy hotel's parking lot and I took a cab down here. No one knows I was coming here." Wright Junior replied, watching Mr. Cosgrove sit on the arm chair across from his.Mr. Cosgrove was a well-known motivational writer. His books had touched millions of lives. Despite his break from writing, he still received letters from his readers who were thankful to him. He had been close friends with Wright Junior's father since college. They both had the same passion for writing and the moment one became the CEO of Wright publishing, the other became the first writer to be published in it. Mr. Cosgrove had been publishing his books at Wright publishing for fifteen years and after the death of Mr. Wright younger brother, things chang
**********“Knock, Knock”Amanda tilted her head on hearing the knock on her office door and smiled a bit tiredly after seeing who it was. “Wow! Look what you’ve done with the place.” Amazed, Nelson felt like he had just walked into a stranger's office. “You know what they say, keep a woman in a room and watch how things fall into place.” He praised Amanda, noticing how she had managed to tidy the hopeless office.Amanda nodded in satisfaction, also appreciating her effort “A new broom sweeps clean.” She voiced “This office was a mess I couldn’t even figure out how he finds anything amidst the shambles.” Amanda dusted her hand on her brown, knee-length skirt, holding steadily a satisfactory smile on her face at the sparkling, new, well organized office. “You are amazing.” Nelson complimented, clapping his hands cheerfully.“What? Were you thinking because I’m a celebrity I can’t handle chores?” She asked, smiling at Nelson who nodded his head slowly.“You can take a break. The cafe
********Amanda got to the office too late. Her boss was already in front of his desk and scattering everything back on the desk in search for something. The sight of this angered Amanda even more. She immediately practiced her breathing exercises to control herself from blurting out painful words to the man who clearly was not grateful for her hard work.“You are back.” She managed to say he she entered into the office. The closer she got, the clearer she witnessed all her effort spent on arranging the office brought back to base one.“What have you done to my office? Where are my files, my records, the manuscripts, everything that was here?” Wright junior yelled pointing at his now busy desk. Nelson secretly hit Amanda lightly on her hand, bidding her farewell and then escaped.She gave him a quick nod and then shifted her attention back to Mr. Wright Junior “I arranged them accordingly in your shelf.” She said gently, walking closer to the tall shelf standing at her left. “This
*****“Thanks a lot for the groceries. You do know how to always take care of me.” Amanda smiled standing beside Bridget in front of her car. She wondered to herself what have she done to deserve a mother-like friend like Bridget. “Are you sure you are ok?” Bridget asked with concern, noticing Amanda's smile fading and her eyes dull with worry. Bridget could tell something was bothering her friend but Bridget gave Amanda a curious look. Encouraging her friend to open up.“Of course I am. Just a little tired from work today.” Amanda told Bridget instead, still not enough to convince her.“I hope you are not over working yourself?” Her question laced with concern, she asked.“I’m fine Brid,” She replied assuredly “I just need a warm bathe and I’ll be fine.”Bridget gave out a silent sigh. She realized that as much as she hated her friend working in that company, she will never succeed in talking her out of it. Amanda had a bucket filled with secret tears and this worried Bridget so muc
******Amanda sat in her car watching as reporters crowded the entrance of the company; she was so furious and scared at the same time. As Amanda observed the hovering reporters, she realized that they were ready to devour anyone who was unfortunate to walk through that entrance.Amanda locked herself in car instinctively, sought out the dark sun-shades and scarf she made sure to always carry in her bag in case of emergencies like this. Amanda immediately lowered her head to avoid being spotted, wore her sun-shades and wrapped her scarf around her head. From what she met, she needed no one to enlighten her on the impossibility of passing through the entrance so, she hoped for an immediate divergence. Instantly, she felt her phone vibrate in her purse; she dipped her jittery hand into the purse and took out her phone. “Very convenient.” She sighed as her eyes recognized the caller’s name on her phone screen. She picked it up without hesitation “Hey Nelson!” she said to it, her head st
*****Amanda sat quietly in Bridget car saying nothing to her while her friend drove. She rested her head on the hand which she placed on the edge of rolled down window, enjoying the fresh breeze, letting her thought travel through the wind.Bridget took a glance at her friend but refrained from saying a word; she just did her best to focus on driving. She understood that the reporters were like a noose on Amanda's neck and the thin ice she stood barefooted on was melting up due to the imminent ancient sun.Bridget wished she could be her Best friend's knight in a shining armor, to save her from this grueling episode but, she realized her limits and all she could do was to pray for her friend and sister.Was Bridget over thinking Amanda's silence? Amanda on the other hand, never took notice of Bridget through out the drive. She just rambled back in time to the awkwardness she felt the previous day. After her meeting with Mr. Wright senior—as she chose to now call him, she went back to
****** “I hear the reporters are all over you, are you hiding from them?” Elena asked when they settled on the furry white sofas in Elena's office.“For now yes. I won’t want to put my current employer in jeopardy.” Amanda replied she was right. Getting away from her celebrity life for a while was her idea and get an office job was also her choice but not she couldn't clearly tell which one was better for her anymore because of how complicated it started to be.“The fact that you now work in a person’s company is preposterous. Brid, why did you let her do that?” Elena asked the same question Bridget has been asking herself.“I wouldn’t have if she had told me before getting the Job.” Bridget defended, facing Amanda and raising her eye brows. “You girls don’t get it.” Amanda cut in, hopping to end their argument. “No we do. You and Troy got off on a wrong foot and the reporters are hunting you but you can’t hide forever Amanda.” Elena voiced calmly. “True, you’re still going to fac