Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

Chapter One.

"Maria, I am telling you. This girl just walked out of his room, barely clothed." I kept my voice low as I stood outside Tom's door waiting for him to be done his interview with a magazine company.

I could hear her shuffling on the other end of the phone, most likely going through her paperwork for the third time. "I am sure it's fine, Lena, you might have just showed up at a bad time is all, we all have had those moments. Maybe not the same extreme as seeing the person they just slept with walk out, but to still some extreme." Maria had a point, maybe I had just caught Tom at a bad time.

Hearing the front door swing open I looked to see the crew leaving, "I have to go, they just wrapped up." Hanging up I wandered around the corner to see Tom, her shirt unbuttoned and no longer tucked into his jeans as he poured a glass of whiskey. "How was the interview, Mr. Holland?" I smiled as I stood there.

"It sucked, it was far too plain and boring, please never book them to interview me again." His words hit me like a tone of bricks as I nodded.

"Well, I am sorry that it didn't go well. Did you want me to get someone to get you a new outfit?" I pointed to the clothes he looked eager to get out of.

Tom smirked, "No, I wanted to charm the young reporter. Tell me, what's your full name?" I was a bit taken back, he had a file about me and usually people take the time to read about who they are hiring but he seemed to not have one single clue.

"My name is Elena Ronson, I am from Canada I am in LA for work but I only rent a home here, my home is in Canada where my family is." I didn't want to go into too much detail for him as it just didn't feel right to.

"Well, Elena. It's only just the start. I'll see you tomorrow, come to my house for seven am tomorrow before we have to head out into the day. I'll drive."

Heading home felt nice after the day, getting to lie in bed with myself as company with nothing but my laptop. It wasn't late but it wasn't early into the day either. Maria and I rented a small house together as we were close friends.

Hearing the front door open and a cheer of her being home I got up and made my way into the main part of the house. "Good evening, Lena, how was you first day?" She asked tossing her work purse onto the counter.

"Weird, he wants me at his house for seven in the morning. I am hoping he is just nervous to have me working for him." Shrugging my shoulders I took a seat on the chair.

"Not fun, but not exactly crazy. Are you going to take your other blue contact out?" Maria pointed out as she took a drink of juice.

I hadn't really shown many people my eye colour. I had one blue eye and one green eye. I had gotten it from my grand father but it was still not fun being questioned or teased for it. I thought I was unique just because I had the different eyes, my brown hair getting down past my shoulders and the job I had getting to meet actors and everything. "I have not thought about it, maybe one day but just not right now honestly."

The night was pretty good, we sat up watching Marvel movies and drank wine. When nine came around I had retired into my bed for the night setting my alarm for the god awful five in the morning.

Hearing my phone ringing I groaned rolling over seeing my alarm said three in the morning. Who the f**k is calling at three in the morning is all I could think about. Pulling my phone up blinding myself with the light I saw Tom's name flash up on my screen. Maybe he wanted me there for a later time. "Hello?" I groaned trying not to fall asleep on the phone with my boss.

"Elena? Good, you're awake. Why not head over to my house and we can get our morning started." Started? I am sure he was confused.

"Sir, do you have any idea how early It is? It's three in the morning, you wanted me there for seven."

"Are you talking back to me?" That took me off by surprise. "I know what time it is Ms. Ronson." I cringed at the tone of his voice.

Sighing I pulled the blanket off my body. "Be right over, sir."

Driving to Tom's at three in the morning was hell. I have never had to start work this early, suppose it gave me overtime though? Was it because he was English, because they were so many hours ahead? Pulling up in the driveway the door was opened as Tom stepped out, in the same clothes I had seem him in earlier. Walking up to him I could smell liquor on him. "Sir, are you drunk?" I questioned taking a step into his house.

"I am, I need you to make sure my office is clean today, and the house is ready for guests in the evening. I have a small get together with my film family, to go over some lines. I want meals ordered, take outs, booze, anything to make the evening good for them." I saw his face drop as he bent over into the garden just outside the door and started vomiting.

"Okay, Mr. Holland, let's get you to bed, have you even slept yet?" He shook his head. "Right, come on." Leading to where I guessed his room was I was wrong, I was met with a game room that had a big huge bean bag chair. Lying him on it I shrugged and he curled up. Walking down the hall, I found a closet that had a mop bucket and everything else in it as well. Grabbing the bucket and a warm blanket I headed back to Tom seeing he had already fallen asleep. Gently putting the bucket down beside the chair I wrapped the blanket over his body before turning the light off and closing the door slightly.

No doubt, this was going to be a long day.