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
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
Life didn't remain the same ever since we relocated from our home in Santa Monica to London. Don't get me wrong, I do love London, the coffee, the posh accent of the people, the shopping spree, the early morning's bustle as opposed to quiet scenery in Santa Monica. It is fascinating. However, I wouldn't trade these to put a semi colon on my life and kiss goodbye to the place and people I knew as home. Being forced to start afresh particularly when that involves me flying almost half across the continent can be very challenging and getting used to the change takes time.To be honest, I am just your typical 22-year-old woman trying to live a normal life like every other woman out there. People tend to think of me as quiet and introverted, at least that's what they say. I don't mind that. You might be wondering who I am, so let me tell you: my name is..."Kiara, have you possibly seen my pink jacket? I kept it in your bathroom cabinet."That's all, though not quite the introduction I had
Chapter 2Once I got off the phone with Rosa, I got dressed, gave myself a few pep talks and left for KACE entertainment. The instant I stepped my foot into the building, I was overwhelmed by its beauty and how busy it was. This was the umbrella that houses the country's finest celebrities, I mean the best of the very best. I inhaled and walked to the reception desk."Hi, I'm here concerning the job advert placement." I said to the receptionist.The woman looked at me. "Oh, welcome." She said. "Please wait a moment while I contact the HR department." She brought the business phone in front of her desk to her ear."Okay." I replied and glanced at the entrance where a group of people whom I assumed to be members of the staff stood. I brought my attention back to the receptionist, she looked quite young and was dressed in casual business attire like most of the other staff. Some were even dressed in casual wear.They seem to have a lenient dress code. I mused.Isn't it cool? My inner vo
Chapter 3"It's 5:30 am."My alarm rang continuously reminding me to get out of bed but I was just too lazy to get up from bed. It wasn't until I realized that I've got a job waiting for me, did I managed to summon a little strength to get up and everything about sleep jumped out the window. Finally getting the strength I needed, I slouched to the bathroom, took a bath and dressed up before heading to the kitchen to make breakfast. Only then did it dawn on me that I was the only one awake in the house."This ain't right." I shook my head, clicking my tongue. "Not at all." I left what I had started doing and strode purposely to Krystal's room only for me to see her still sleeping like a baby when she had school to attend. Dad was the early bird of the family and if he was at home, every other person would be awake but due to the nature of his job and the fact that he works in shifts, he was often absent."Krystal, get your ass off that bed. Don't you have a school to attend?" I sat at
Chapter 4After a couple of drives and stops, I was finally able to locate the estate. The estate was one of a kind and it's little wonder why it was ranked as one of the best estates in London, it lived up to its standards. The security at the main entrance was damn tight in that occupants would need a pass card to enter upon successful registration. This means that the system had the names of all its occupants including the workers or their housekeepers.So here I was, standing outside the security house admiring the scenery the estate portrayed senerity. After making sure that all was clear and I had successfully collected my pass card, I left the security house strolling, trying to pinpoint the exact building where I was supposed to work as all the buildings were alike in both structure and design. During my search, I discovered that the estate had a gym centre, a mini-mall and an outdoor sporting complex. It was cool how occupants didn't need to search too far for certain things
WHAT THE HECK.His smile was so captivating, brilliant and hell advertising those beautiful set of teeth. My fangirling instinct came out in full force. He is an Asian, he's got the height, the physique, beautiful black eyes and to top that, nice British accent with good baritone that can make you want to do things that you wouldn't do on a normal. He was just perfect, everything I could ever imagine for my dream guy to have. I just couldn't wait know more about him.You can't wait to know him more, as in "more". Inner Kiara teased.Excuse you and your dirty imagination. I huffed, blushing.She chuckled. Oops girls, you sure are missing out.He seemed to have noticed me gawking at him because he smirked. "I was just kidding, Erika called earlier me on. She said you were having difficulty locating this place and that you might be running in late." He smiled and opened the door wider. "Come in.""Then why did you scare me like that?" I mumbled under my breath. I looked at him and smiled
It's been four months since we moved to London and a little over a month since I started working as a house manager. The sweetest and coolest part of it was the paycheck –I could still remember the huge smile I had on my face when I received it. Working though hasn't been easy; I had expected that, but then it's been fun, particularly with Richard around. He was always teasing his friend during their conversations, and whenever I tried to interfere, I got a dose of my own. Yeah, my relationship with Richard has been awesome. We bonded very well over the days that followed, and we've been good since then. I also got to know who my invincible boss was—Ian Bernard Calloway. I was dumbfounded when I discovered that I was working for him. Richard had a good laugh over my reaction, and he never fails to remind me about that day whenever he has the chance. Ian is a grade-A actor, and because of that, he is very popular. He has starred in so many movies, and in the same vein, he has won so ma
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