Why we run

Family and I don't mix.

Family and I don't mix.

I have to go to a meeting with Afi and my other representatives.

I wish I can avoid it... but 'no'.

I have to be an 'adult' in this 'industry.'

Afi went behind my back and made various social media accounts for me.

I can barely handle the press what makes her think that I can handle this.

Anyways I am running late. When I make it to the damn office everyone was already there.

"Nice of you to join us, Bella."

I groan, "Izzy. Please call me Izzy," Afi does this on purpose.

I take my seat beside her at the head of the table and the conversation starts.

"You want to go to Argentina for a month. If you leave, you have to take some form of security with you. Right now you are very popular in Latin America for taking Joey Easterbrook under your wing." Afi states.

Joey already had his own following... which went up a tenfold.

"Why do I need security! It only draws more attention." I say.

Conner, one of my representatives speaks up, "Miss Jackson, you must understand that you have just stepped into the limelight. Your well being is our number one concern. Maybe just think about one person as security?"

"What if I have no security?" I say.

"Then you will not be granted service to your jet. Your flight will not be covered by the company. And you simply will not leave Canadian soil." Someone else calls out.

This makes zero sense, "why am I allowed to go to PEI alone but not Argentina?"

"Bella we made a deal with Wade which guaranteed your utmost safety," Afi adds.

Wade is the Premier of Prince Edward Island.

They will only let me go if I have security. I don't have any other options.

I stand and place both hands on the table. "Have your damn security. They will not. I repeat will not be seen. They will not be heard. They will not bother the Easterbrook family. I don't want a guard within five hundred feet from me. Understood?" I seethe.

"Perfect just change that number to 320 and agree to be escorted by Afi's people and we have a deal," Conner says.

I can never win, "you have a deal. Now if I may Lamar has things for me to do."

I walk out of the office and Afi catches up to me. "Hey nice hair, doesn't look like anything Aliyah does though."

"Liyah didn't do it, Joey did," I whisper.

"Look at y'all playing with each other's hair." She playfully hits me and I glare at her.

Afi knows how to tame me, she taught my team to work with me and not against. I am honestly a handful.

"Afi do I really have to take the black Cadillac?"

"Yes, ma'am now get in or you're walking."

We get into the car. Afi signed a contract with Lamar. I have been the secret face of his business for a while. I have a photoshoot at the training centre. Since I'm famous, I need more sponsors to build my name.

When we get there I see a bunch of tacky male models. I might just be in a bad mood.

"Can I work with real athletes?"