The Billionaire's Hidden Name.

CHAPTER 5.

Amelia's Pov.]

It's been two days since my own aunt fired me, and I’d spent every waking hour rotting on the couch in a nest of blankets and empty ice-cream tubs watching every romantic series on Netflix. I haven't given up on life or anything but I've decided not to settle this time. I was going for the big leagues, the company every fresh out journalism graduate dreamt of.

The same company ran by Anastasia Lorez. The woman is a legend..she turned a dying magazine into a global empire at twenty-five. They say she could make or break careers with a single email.

She's been MIA for about a year now, rarely captured by reporters. Some say she got married or is pregnant, some even went as far as saying she's ill. I for one, am not going to assume anything, I'd literally walk through hot coals to even be her personal Assistant if given the chance. The thought of Kingsley Vale going silent sent a creepy chill down my spine. He saw my face and he is a powerful man. That's one of the cowardly reasons I haven't gotten back to the street of resume submissions.

The sharp click of the penthouse door opening yanked my attention back to the present. Less than a second later, Lily's heels announced her presence before she spoke.

She tossed shopping bags on the couch beside me. “So..Guess what I just did..” She starts, standing over me and staring at the empty ice cream tubs in disgust.

“What's this about?” I asked, a small smile forming on my lips.

“I'm not saying a word till you give me an answer.” She said, snatching my bag of chips from my grasp.

“You finally agreed to let Derek eat your p***y?” I teased, and she immediately tossed a pillow at me.

Lily for the love of everything holy is only a bad b***h by mouth. Derek owns the art studio her mom got her into and they've been talking, he's sexy for his age and obviously older than her.

And according to what I hear from little miss here, he has offered to eat her p***y on several occasions but she keeps refusing.

“That’s not happening because he's definitely not gonna kiss me with that mouth after doing that.” She said, mimicking a disgusted face.

“But you do know you're gonna enjoy it, right?” I've been inactive for about two years but even I wouldn't object to getting my plate cleaned here and there.

“Keep talking, and I'm going to take back my invite to an art exhibition Anastasia Lorez will be attending.” She said munching on my chips, a self satisfied grin appearing on her cupid rosy lips.

Leaving me coughing out my lungs cause a little portion of soda went through the wrong hole.

HOLY f*****g MOTHER OF BLOW JOBS!!

Pleased with my reaction, Lily tosses the bag of chips back to me. “Glad we share the same enthusiasm.”

“Hold on, you can't drop that bomb and walk away. When and where?” I asked, following behind her.

“For more information, you need to clean up this place first.” She said, gesturing towards the blankets and trash around my safe haven couch.

Ugh!!

“Fine, once I'm done with that you're gonna spill or so help me..” Before I could deliver my message, she stepped into her room–slamming her door.

“Lily Martinez!!” I yelled and as usual she yelled back.

“Amelia Thompson!!! Clean up.” She retorted, giggling.

What would I do without her?

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As we stepped down from the limousine Lily's mother sent for her, I immediately felt out of place. I was no match for the red carpets, flashlights and complete glamour of the elite. I looked the part in a sea green dress with a dangerously low neck line Lily had lent me but I didn't belong. My aim for the night kept me grounded. Get to Anastasia Lorez and pitch myself like my life f*****g depends on it – risky move but a girl is desperate.

It's been a week since the incident at Red veil, and so far heavily-bodied men haven't stormed into our penthouse so that has got to be a good sign. The coldness of my screen pressed into my skin from its position strapped to my thighs only reminded me of the very juicy story I had on Kingsley Vale and I planned on using it to get Anastasia's attention if I had to.

Fear be damned.

“Are you good on your own?” Lily whispered beside me, eyes glued to her screen--typing profusely.

“Yup, get in there and wow their pockets. I'm going to find my dream boss.”

“Good luck babe, I'll see you in there.” She said, before moving towards what I presume is the back door.

Okay Amelia, show time.

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It’s been fourty minutes of pure elite torture with no sign of Anastasia Lorez. I've been nursing a class of wine for about thirty-five minutes, walking around and praying to catch a glimpse of her silhouette.

From where I stood, I could spot Lily speaking to an elderly couple. The fur around the lady's shoulder7 being a sign of another fur obsessed elite. I really do not get their obsession with animal fur.

Lily's movement blends with the low base music as she moved from one individual to another, guiding each of them towards her paintings and with the smile on her face each time–I know my girl is getting the artistic attention she deserves.

Giving up, I downed my glass of wine– signalling for a waiter to bring another.

“Isn't that Anastasia with a bump.” Someone whispered behind me. Causing me to turn around with so much speed my neck almost gave out.

A cold chill crept through my spine. Not from seeing Anastasia but because of the two men beside her..the one specifically on her right.