Unspoken

Chapter 22

"Welcome to New York." Emma spins on the side walk getting some stares. "It's been waiting for you!" Now I know why Landon didn't want her to come. She's always a danger to herself with all the crazy things she does, but know she has a little bump.

"Mrs. Carson your car is here." I look at the man in shock.

"Thank you." Emma giggles while taking a picture of his sign that says Mrs. Carson. "I'm sending this to Landon." I'm sure he's doing a concert right now and will stop to see what she sent. "I told everyone here that I booked that my name is Mrs. Carson." Oh no. Walking to the car I slide in while Emma types on her phone laughing.

"Where to ladies?" The driver asks.

"The hotel." Emily says just as she goes on my pocket taking my phone. "Have you been on your phone at all?" I shake my head. I read my book the entire time. "Julian has tried to call you ten times since we left." Grabbing my phone I see all the missed calls and voicemails. "Someone's not giving up." Well I'm not taking him back.

Once we arrive at the hotel we unpack our bags then head back down to the lobby. Regina said she would send her car to drive us to her office.

"The cars here," Emma yells. For a pregnant women she sure is energetic. Walking outside we both cover our heads as the paparazzi stand out side waiting for us. "You good?" She asks as soon as we sit down.

I nod my head while looking out the window. New York City is a beautiful place to be. Not as pretty as London but still beautiful. I can't wait to see this place at night. I've read about the lights being a wonderful show, lighting up the streets in the city that never sleeps.  Maybe I could move here to create some new memories to replace the sad ones in California.

"We're here," Emma screams in my ear making me bang my head against the window. Leaning back I grab my head and glare at her. "Sorry." She shrugs her shoulder.

Getting out the car we walk up the steps of the building and into a hall with elevators on both sides.

"I think she said the thirtieth floor," Emma presses the up arrow. Once in she presses the buttons and the elevator jolts up rising till it dings again. Stopping on the thirtieth floor.

Stepping out I walk out into an office lobby. The floors matching the wall covered with brown shiny stone.

"Hi how may I help you?" The receptionist lady asks.

"We are here for..." Emma looks at me confused. "Regina?" She says more as question.

"Oh right this way." We're both led around the corner past desks with workers that stop to stare at us. The receptionist knocks on the door then opens the door. "Ms. Carson is here for you." She steps aside to let us in.

"Thank you." The door closes as me and Emma sit.

"So straight to business. Their has been a change of plans." She says while staring out the window then turning to me. "Since your performance of The Nutcracker has gone viral. Everyone just loves your performance and you are in high demand since companies have learned that you are back in the business they all want you. Know I've told them I've got to you first. So I've got a better job for you. I am partners with a dance company here in New York. Now you will be able to still live in California if you want. The deal is that you dance for them and become the face of the dance company. If you take this offer this could be the start of an amazing career." Is this really happening?

"How much will she be getting paid?" Emma asks on my behalf.

"Well you would be getting two pay checks. One from me and one from the dance company. So what do you say are you in?" She asks me.

Should I?

"Yes." I croak.

"Good here's the contract take it to your lawyers." Getting up me and Emma walk out of her office and are soon headed to our hotel so I can fax the papers to my parents.

"Shit." Looking at Emma I stare at her in wonder. "Julian was seen walking out of the hospital with a black eye and reports say he has some fractured bones after a fight with your brother." Just great. "It gets worse." What could possibly be worse than this.

"He just finished an interview."

Oh horse poop.