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I and Rosa got in the car and drove off after setting the location on the GPS. So far, the drive was calm and quiet until Rosa started giggling to the point where it became annoying. "Hey, what's up with you?" I glanced at her and then back at the road."I'm sorry." Rosa laughed. "It's just this guy I met recently." She mumbled."And who is he?" I asked as I made a successful turnout of our street. She inhaled, smiling. "Max McNamara." She stopped at the look I gave her. "Don't ask me, how I knew his surname. He's a computer guru and also a big-shot photographer. He seems so nice and very funny. He's a master's student and he works with....."My eyes widen at all the information she had on him. "Wait, how the heck did you know all this?" I interrupted.She smiled. "Some he told me, others I found out myself." She smirked in satisfaction. I shook my head and laughed. "Girl, you're smitten by him. Is he handsome?" I asked and turned on the indicator light as I drove into the parking l
Monday came with its usual hustling and bustling and I swear it was hell confusing and tiring. I'd like for the weekend to continue with the fun and laughter but not all of us had a two weeks break or a failed class trip, some of us had work to do and that's where I and Rosa came in. I was never a fan of Mondays particularly when I had a job to do. "Okay dad, I've got to go." I raced past him to the door. He popped his head out of the kitchen and gave me a thumbs up mouthing 'good luck' before disappearing back into the kitchen. I smiled and proceeded to open the door but paused when I heard a squeal."Won't you wait for me?" Rosa's voice rang from the top of the stairs. I turned and saw her struggling to pull her hair into a neat ponytail with Krystal behind her smiling, she was still in her pyjamas. She caught me staring and waved at me. "Hey sister, hope you had a nice night?" She smiled, descending the stairs with Rosa. "You're going to work quite early, don't you think?" She s
I got the text immediately after I got off the phone with her but before I could open it, I received a message on the group chat from both Rosa and Krystal and so I let the text be and replied to their chat which was an argument about a movie. Once I was done, I smiled keeping my phone in my back pocket and turn around only for me to come face to face with Ian. I jumped in fright and gasped, he leaned against the kitchen counter holding a silver flask, a weird expression on his face. It seemed like he was trying to hold back a laugh.Just how long has he been standing there without saying anything? I thought as I tried to calm myself."Good morning." He walked around the counter towards me. His voice was laced with a little bit of an accent I couldn't place. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you like that." He smiled, flashing his dimples.Oh, my days!!I blinked. "It's okay, I wasn't expecting you to be around.""Why?" He asked and walked past me to the sofa. It seemed like he
I looked at the time and smiled slightly knowing it was time for me to take a break. I began to pack my things while the boys were arguing about the perfect hairstyle for Ian. "You're leaving already?" Ian asked after a brief look at the time on his phone."Yes," I answered as I stood up from where I was seated beside him. "I've closed for the day." "It was a pleasure having you here though," Adrian commented. "And thank you."I walked to the door and turned to face them. "You're welcome.""What are you thanking her for?" Richard asked looking between the two of us. "Hope you're not playing a dirty game behind my back?" He said to Adrian.Adrian rolled his eyes, "Don't flatter yourself." He retorted.I opened the door and stepped out of the apartment, "Have a nice day." I said not bothering to wait and hear their reply. Before I could shut the door completely, Ian wedged himself between the door smiling. "You're coming tomorrow, right?" He asked.Now, if there was something I picke
Saturday came with its usual serene but fun self as we sat in the confines of our home having a good family time. In the case of I and the girls, we talked about different things ranging from the new norms on social media, the hottest celebrity gist, new movies and their trailers and most especially our lives in the past week and today wasn't any different as I sat on the bed with a bowl of cereal and girls, location been Krystal's room. "So, I was given an offer," I stated leaning against the headboard, "to temporarily manage a celebrity." Now, this was the response I got, a gasp from Rosa and a comical expression from Krystal. Her mouth was wide open with a spoon hanging from it. "Krystal, you should close your mouth," I started, "you wouldn't want it turning into a fly trap." I smiled. She blinked at me and nodded. "Yes. What!!" She yelled. I did a mental eye roll. "What was your response?" Rosa asked. She wasn't one to beat about the bush. She was very straightforward with
Cut to about an hour later, I slouched on a chair, legs crossed on the table with Krystal in the living room watching the rerun of a popular and very interesting TV drama -we were seeing this program for the umpteenth time and note the sarcasm. Rosa had already left for her home and dad was yet to return from his outing. I felt a nudge on my left hand which disrupted the message I was typing. I frowned and turned to the source, Krystal. "What?" I asked a bit irritated. "Pay attention." She said, more like commanded. "What?! I don't get how you and Rosa find this stuff interesting." I shot back glancing at my phone. "Come on," she replied, eyes glued on the screen, "it might not be interesting but it's funny." "Of course, you'll find it funny." I mumbled lowly but loud enough for her to hear. She paused the movie and turned to look me in the eye, her arms folded on her chest. "If it's not funny or interesting," she stated, "you've got to admit that the actors," she pointed to t
I sat, staring at the blue-eyed man in front of me as he blabbered on about um.... yeah schedules. Honestly, I cared less about what he was saying and not that I care less, ugh, what am I saying? All I'm trying to say is that I'm bored, tired and famished and all of these aren't my favourites. Okay, back to reality.He snapped his fingers in my face and I blinked. "Kiara, are you even with me?" He asked, a small frown etched on his forehead."Yes." I answered.He glared at me. "Then, what was my last statement?""Kiara, are you even with me?" I smiled, innocently.His eyes widen in disbelief. "Are you for real right now?"My lips twitched slightly and I gave him an amused look. "Adrian," I started, "you've been talking about planning schedules, handling them and so on and so on." I huffed. "Aren't you tired, because I am. We should take a break." He exhaled and threw himself back into his seat. "You're right." He said. "I've been talking and using my brain for too long, I think I've
Nevertheless, he was clad in a black tee shirt and dark blue jeans and not to mention, a black face cap –which he had taken off."You look like a city hunter." I smiled. "Or did you go hunting?"He arced his head at me and let out a quiet laugh. "No." He replied. "I had an impromptu meeting with the chairman.""But you're the chairman." Adrian murmured.I looked from Adrian to Ian, confused at the sudden piece of information I just received. He's a chairman? I thought.He turned towards him and blinked, "I'm talking about the incumbent chairman, Mr Trevor." He said calmly and coolly.He nodded. "You went to the agency dressed in that?""Yeah." He muttered lowly. "What's wrong with it?""Nothing." "I was with mom when I got the call," he started, "and just like you, I was too lazy to change my clothes.""Ah, I see." He placed the empty rice bowl on the table. "You didn't run into your haters." He winked.He smirked. "As a matter of fact, I did run into some of them.""As usual." Adri
We sat on one of the plush couches in the dimly lit living room, watching one of Ian's earliest movies with bowls of popcorn in our hands courtesy of yours truly. We ended up with this movie after much deliberation, and the movie just turns out to be one of my dad's all-time favourite medical dramas.Don't ask! While I'm a member of Ian's fan base, I'm not particularly a fan of medical dramas –too much jargon to handle. I'd rather stick to the classics. Either way, I felt blissful and honoured to rewatch the movie, "The Neurologist," with him by my side. This particular drama had been one that shot him to stardom, earning him so many nominations and awards, both domestically and internationally. We fell into silence as the opening credits rolled in, and the movie began. A few minutes into the movie, my phone pinged with a notification from my darling sister. Turns out she too was having a movie date with Dad and Rosa at a cinema, and she was texting to know my whereabouts –more like t
It took exactly two weeks and three days for the little get-together which Ian had planned to happen and honestly, because of work and Ian's schedule, I had thought he would cancel but somehow he still made it work. I stood in front of the mirror, studying my reflection with a critical eye while Krystal sat at the foot of my bed, watching me with amusement. I frown at her, feeling a bit frustrated. Why was it so difficult to choose what to wear for a casual dinner?I glance at my outfit: a pair of blue jeans and a white crop top. It looks simple enough, but something still doesn't feel right. Maybe it's the shoes? I tried on a few pairs, but nothing seemed to work."Urgh," I screamed in frustration. "What is missing?"Krystal lets out a small chuckle. "Kiara, you look great. Just wear what you're comfortable in. It's a casual dinner, remember?"But I couldn't seem to shake the feeling that I needed to look my best tonight and so I grabbed my phone and dialled Rosa's number, hoping she
I sat cross-legged on Richard's couch, tapping away on my laptop while Adrian sat next to me, scribbling notes on his notepad. We were currently at Richard's house discussing and planning Ian's schedule for the next few weeks. Ian was packing his bags in the room, getting ready to head back to London after an overnight shoot. Shootings in Manchester had come to an end, and the filming was moving onto its second location in London. Although he was tired from the shooting, he had to return to London since he had a fundraising event to attend later this evening.Richard, on the other hand, was seated on a beanbag with an Xbox controller in hand, playing Call of Duty on the TV and occasionally groaning in frustration whenever he lost."I don't like this," He paused the game and turned to us. "Come on, guys, join me. Let's play together." He said, trying to persuade us to join him. "It's more fun that way.""Is it?" Ian asked, walking into the room with his travelling box. "Aren't you just
A few moments of silence passed as I gazed at the figure who was standing behind Max."I'm correct."She gave a very bright smile, her eyes gleaming with excitement. She looked as sweet and stunning as ever.We all gawked at her in silence."Megan." Ian responded, breaking the silence. "Oh, you're here too." She gestured at me and Max and then eyed our plates all the while maintaining a perfect smile. "Is this a post-shooting lunch?""I thought you had left." Ian replied, instead."Nah, I stayed back for a quick interview. Mind if I join you guys?" She asked, flashing us a bright smile. We all exchanged looks before agreeing. I mean, it was just lunch, right?"Yeah, sure you could." Rosa smiled, motioning for her to take a seat.She kept her smile and turned to Max and Ian, eyeing the space between them."Oh well, if you say so." She said and took a seat next to Ian. "Thank you." She smiled."I honestly thought you had gone home." Ian mumbled. "How was the shoot, though?"She glance
After a couple more series of cameras flashing and changing outfits, the photoshoot finally came to an end. As Ian finished up and stepped off the stage, I could see the exhaustion mixed with relief on his face. It had been a long day, and I knew he was eager to get some rest. "Well done." I said as I approached him, handing him a bottle of water.He sighed heavily. "Thank you. I'm glad it's over," he said, running his fingers through his hair after taking a large gulp of water.I nodded sympathetically. "I can relate. Are you ready to head out?""Definitely." He answered, scanning the area. "Where is Rosa and her cousin?""They're waiting for us outside." I answered. "Let's get you changed." We made our way to his dressing room together with his makeup artist in tow, where he quickly changed out of his photoshoot outfit into his regular clothes. When he emerged, he looked refreshed, and we headed out of the set together only to be joined by the magazine editor in charge of today's
The late afternoon found myself sitting in an abandoned warehouse watching as the photographer interacted with the magazine editor in charge of today's shoot. They were probably discussing making a few changes to the concept of the shoot while I sat here wondering how I went from being the house manager of an actor to being the road manager of the same actor in a span of three weeks. Although it was hectic and tiring, I couldn't deny that it had been fun all along, and besides, with it came many nice incentives. The week had been pretty quiet for me since Adrian resumed work following his return from his vacation, and I, back to my usual routine of managing the house affairs. That was until I got a call last night from Adrian asking that I fill in for him in today's shoot. The photoshoot was being organised by one of the biggest names in the fashion world, THE ELITE. I watched as Max the photographer in charge of the shoot, and the editor continued to converse and make changes to so
The evening found us strolling through the busy streets of Manchester. People went about in a hurry to get home to their families not minding the two individuals who now stood in front of a supermarket contemplating if it was the best time for shopping or to continue walking while enjoying the cool evening air.Eventually, 10 pm found us wandering through the aisles of Tesco with empty carts."Which would you prefer? Mineral water or normal water?" I asked, turning into the drink and beverage section.My eyes widened at the variety of beverages they had neatly and orderly arranged on the shelves."Whoa!" I breathed. "They do have instant coffee pod. This is nice." I whipped my head around to face him, my hair bouncing with the movement. "Which would you prefer? Instant coffee drinks or coffee pods? Expresso or Latte?"His lips twitched in an instant smile as he pulled his cart to a halt next to mine. "Sweetheart, I think you should calm down." He said, stocking his cart with packs o
Two hours and a couple of minutes later, we found ourselves at Richard's holiday home in Manchester after much deliberation. It was a much better idea than shuttling between London and Manchester and staying at the hotel with less privacy according to Ian. It was even more advantageous because of its closeness to the filming site.Richard walked into the living room having changed from his outfit. He exhaled and tiredly dropped himself on the couch, stretching his limbs."Hah! It feels so good to be home." He sighed. "I don't think I remember the last time I was here.""Mhmn," I raised a brow at his comment, looking up from my phone. "It feels good to be home but you don't remember the last time you were here. That sounds contradicting."He gave a sideway glance and responded with a smile. "That would be because," Adrian cut in, shutting the refrigerator door and walked into the living space with three cans of beer. "This," he said, gesturing at the room, "isn't his actual home.""It
An hour later, I was seated next to Richard under a canopy provided for Ian, with Adrian lost somewhere on the grounds making a phone call. The film site was rather busy and crowded but I cared not as I zeroed attention on Ian, watching him in admiration as he interacted amicably with his co-stars and the director. At the moment, he was standing next to the assistant director with his script in his hands, going over his lines with his make-up artists and stylist all over him to make sure that he was extra swoon-worthy for the camera. At some point, Adrian had materialised to take his script and the overcoat he wore.I must confess that right now, even though he was smiling and talking with Megan all set for their shoot, he looked unapproachable. He was so another level that I found it hard to believe that this was the same person I had lunch with, talk less of him being my employer. I shifted my attention from the actors on the street to Adrian trudging way towards us. He looked les