Fears (Slow Updates)

II

“Leigh, you can’t keep sleeping with that douche bag,” Eva scolds me while handing me my coffee, “You know he sleeps around with whores.”

“Eva, for the last time, what I do in my spare time is none of your business.”

“I’m your best friend I have to know what you do in your spare time!” she waves her hands around. Little did she know every time I tell her that I’m going out with my ex, Kennedy Myers, I actually stay at home and work, unless I have a premier I need to attend.

“Why can’t you just go out to a nice bar, meet a hot guy, exchange numbers and see where it goes from there?”

“Because I’m a workaholic Eva, no man has been able to capture my interest enough or has been willing to date me because I’m a workaholic.”

“I think you’re just very dedicated to your job, because you haven’t got a man to be dedicated to,” she shrugs.

“Just drop it Eva,” I snap at her. “Can you send this to Steve,” I ordered handing her a sticky note.

“Do you want me to wipe your arse too?” she scoffs and leaves the room. I pick up the phone that blares through my large office.

“Leigh Miller from Cosmopolitan,” I answer, pushing the speaker button.

“Leigh, it’s about Styles.”

“I’m listening,” I lean back in my seat.

“I got in touch with an assistant of his and he’s strictly said no interviews what’s so ever.”

“Shit,” I mutter, “Okay, Kevin. Get in touch with this assistant and have her call me. We need that interview.” I pressed the red button and rubbed my temples. I stand up from my desk and walk out of my office, strutting back down passed everyone. “Jane, how’s the article coming along?” I ask, still walking.

“Steve’s checking it now.”

“Excellent. Daniel the template?”

“Just doing the finishing touches ma’am.”

“Great, I want it sent to me this afternoon,” he gives me a firm nod and I turn into another office.

“Ah, Miss Miller,” I cringe at his disgusting smile.

“Burk, cut the crap. Where the hell were you for the meeting?” I ask leaning my hands against his desk.

“God, I love when you’re strict with me,” he eases back into his chair.

“Where. Were. You?” I ask getting irritated.

“Miss Miller I don’t think you understand. I don’t need to attend those bullshit meetings when I know for a fact you’ll turn up and run them anyway.”