Rise Above {Gabrielle Union X Idris Elba}

Chapter Two

Idris
"Imagine yourself on the cover of GQ magazine. "Man of the Year"!" Jason, the editor of GQ, announces enthusiastically as he points to a picture of myself on the huge screen.

"What's in this for us exactly?" My manager, Kevin, asks with a pen in his mouth.

"Publicity, huge cash payment, and a relationship with us." Jason replies.

I chuckle to myself. Kevin glances at me then back at Jason.

"I'm in. I enjoy reading GQ." I reply while glancing around the modern room.

Large windows and high-tech technology. Nice. The name's Idris. I'm a 31 year old British bachelor that likes to have fun. I'm single of course. I can't be tied down. Haha. People say that I'm pretty good-looking and I can't deny it. A successful actor and sometimes model.

I smile to myself as I think about how great my life is.

"I think that sounds great. What do you think, Idris?" Kevin asks.

I didn't hear a single thing.

"Pardon?" With a raise of my eyebrow.

Kevin sighs.

"The deal, Idris. I think it's pretty good." He says annoyed.

I nod.

"It's great." I stand up and excuse myself to the restroom.

I grab my cellphone and head out of the room. Where the hell is it? I stop and ask a woman in a short black skirt for directions.

She stammers out some directions. I still can't get used to my effect on certain people. I flash her a winning smile and say "Thank you." With my head in my cellphone, I walk around the corner and slam right into a person.

My iPhone 7 slips out of my hand and onto the floor. Please don't be cracked. I pick it up and check the screen's condition. I almost cry at the huge crack on my phone. Bloody hell!

I turn to see that the person I bumped into is apparently talking to me. She's beautiful. Chocolate skin, beautiful hair, and nice lips. The ugly janitor uniform doesn't flatter her body.

"I am so sorry, sir." She says over and over again as she picks up the cleaning supplies up off the floor.

I hold up my phone for her to see.

"You see this?" I ask,"Broken."

She bites her lip.

"Well, you weren't watching where you were going also." She says with a bit of an attitude.

I open my mouth to argue but nothing comes out.

"You have a point..." I say.

I guess I'll have to get a new one...again. She looks as if she wants to murder me. I smile, tuck my phone away and walk away from her. I don't usually mess around with common folk. Not my forte.

Gabrielle
The man, well Idris Elba, walks away without an apology. Didn't even care to ask if I was okay. What a jackass. After picking up the stuff, I roll my cart down to the women's bathroom for it's daily cleaning. No use in getting behind.

I usually almost always keep to myself. No one really bothers me unless it's to clean something. I actually like it that way. That's just me.