New Beginning
1086 Words
I woke up from the ring of the alarm. I felt a grain of sweat on my forehead. I don't know why I'm sweating because when I searched the room, it was fully air-conditioned.
The sun is shining so brightly, it's such a beautiful day. But I don't know why I can't feel it. I feel empty, as if something is missing. I do not know. It was like I had a dream that was familiar but I don’t remember.
I got up and went to the bathroom. I turned on the TV first before entering the shower room. This is really what I do every day I listen to the news every time I take a bath.
"Bonjour! This is CBC news bringing you the hottest and most recent news all over the world. I am your anchor, Isabela. French actress went viral on social media after a citizen posted a video of her ignoring a fan. "
I winced, I knew it was Monique. This happened the night that mother was in the hospital, so she was not in her usual mind. But she's good. We've been friends for a while. It's just that people conclude without knowing the other side of the story. Well, that's how the media works. Especially when celebrities, they would get into your lives like hungry lions. This is why I never got interested in taking this path. I won't deny that their offers are really big, but I don't think I'm really capable of living like a prisoner.
I turned off the TV after I came out of the bathroom. As I prepared to enter, I glanced at our family picture on the side table. I woke up in a hospital bed 10 years ago. They said we had an accident and I slept for 6 months. Apparently, my parents died and I am an only child. But I don’t remember even one of what they said. They brought me here after I got discharged because this is the address on my dad's ID. I was hesitant at first, because I don't remember anything about my family, but when I scanned through the documents there I was awakened. What happened to me felt strange because I remembered my name, what I wanted, I remembered myself but not the people close to me.
I wore my usual formal outfit for work. I work as a writer for a magazine company here in France. According to my records, I’ve been working there for five years. My workmates said they know me well. And I'm surprised I was familiar and somehow expert with my job.
"Good morning Blaire" greeted my friend Alfred — the head guard . We are close because he's so fun to talk to. He lives here together with his family. I'm close to his family actually.
"Good morning sir! How are you?"
"It's okay, nothing has changed except that my face is getting more and more handsome".
"What?I haven't seen any change."
I laughed at him and went straight to the office. I forgot I still have unfinished paperwork. My head hurt a little yesterday.
"Good morning Blaire! Mr. Henry is waiting for you in his office. He has something to discuss with you."
"Okay, I'll be there. Thank you"
I first left my belongings on my desk before heading to the editor-in-chief’s office.
"Good morning Mr. Henry, I heard you asked for me"
He removed his gaze from the papers and looked at me. He has this cold aura that represents how strict he is especially when it comes to deadlines. But he is kind when you are kind at work. I am a living witness for it. He is just really strict so he can lead his team well.
"Oh right! The vocalist of YNG Entertainment, the one we talked about during the meeting, is arriving today. I want you to welcome him at the airport" he said with authority.
All I know is that I'm not an escort.
"And also, you'll be the one to cover the story, set the date with him and make it sooner if possible. You can leave now."
"But sir, I thought Abby would take care of this issue."
"Mr. Sevilla wanted someone light to be with. Abby is intimidating, you know that. You're the only one who can do that."
I just nodded and left the room. Even though I really don't want to, I can't do anything. I still have a lot of articles to finish. This interview will add more stress. I really think this person doesn't deserve my time.
My phone beeped as I was walking along the hallway.
From: Mr. Henry
8:00 am Arrivals from the Philippines. Edmund Raxe Sevilla of YNG Entertainment.
To: Mr. Henry
Okay sir, copy.
Shocks. It's 7:20 already. I ran down the hallway to the parking lot. I was not aware that I applied for an escort here.
I attacked the crowd at the airport to get to Philippine Arrivals. Good thing I didn't have a hard time finding where Mr. Sevilla, surrounded by a mountain of women.
I slowly walked to their location. I cleared my throat before letting a word go.
"Good morning Mr. Sevilla! I am Bla—"
"Oh! The line is over there" he politely said to me like I am a child wanting some lollipops while pointing to the end of the line.
I knew it! It's useless to talk to this person.
I took a deep breath to calm myself. This dumbass rookie is ruining my day!
"I'm not here for a picture with you"
His eyes widened but they disappeared immediately.
He looked at me with so much pride. It's only now that I realize that he's handsome — I mean he's tall, I thought he was just tall on screen. His eyes are beautiful —I mean his clothes. Yes, his branded clothes are beautiful.
"Oh, I thought you were, since it looks like you ran from a marathon to have a photo with me."
Oh, this asshole
"I'm Blair from Line magazine. I was asked to pick you up but it's a mess here so I'll wait outside in my car. You probably have your own service, right? Since you're VERY POPULAR", I really stressed the word very popular.
"Nope, we don't have one."
"What?"
He smiled at me as if he looked so handsome. I knew it! This man is going to be a disaster in my life.
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