Semua Bab The Publicist's Plight (Rewritten Version of Harrison inc.) : Bab 1 - Bab 10

  the giverthat's what I amI give and give yet receive nothingwhether it's giving my body to my mothergiving my heart to my partnergiving my mind to my jobi give until there is nothing left of mei am left with nothingand those I had given tosee the flaws of my giftssee them as thrift instead of goldis who I am cheap to you?i am leslie king!but what weight does that name carrybesides the weight of my body my mother said I had too much ofthe weight of my heart when he made it heavythe weight of my brain when work became too muchi give and givebut when will I receive?  

The moment my eyes flutter open I realize that I have actually fallen asleep on my kitchen floor. I separate my eyelids and am welcomed to a blur before I see the world sideways. Pedro's head, the dishwasher, bottom cabinet, sunlight pouring in from my kitchen window, and the puddle of the little Moscatto left over spilled all over the floor; all sideways. Pedro is rapidly licking the wine off the floor. In my disoriented, head throbbing, muscle aching state, I don't have the energy to scold him for doing something as ridiculous as licking wine off of the floor. And during this moment I realize I am a horrible and irresponsible canine adoptive mother. I groan as I push myself up, hissing shortly after due to the new pain in my neck and lower back. Pedro sees I'm fully awake and

An extra thirty minutes is needed to look through the unmentioned information on Sebastian Harrison, my new "client." Apparently I learned that he is allergic to peanuts and strawberries, stands six feet, two inches tall, and was part of the "Young Astronomers" club when he was nine at his prestigious and very expensive Los Angeles private school.Darcy, my timid yet oh-so reliable assistant, is internet surfing for alleged guest related intelligence on the Opera tomorrow night. Somehow, I'm certain she's actually watching cat videos like I've caught her doing before. Still, it's Sunday, and if I can have any type of preoccupation in Darcy's way to prevent her from asking me personal questions and referring me to her therapist, I'll take it gratefully."Andrea Bocelli is the headliner!" She abruptly exclaims.

The theater lights dim around the entire complex, and when the brightness subsides, modest applause amplifies in the faint darkness.We all decided to change the seating arrangements moments before. I sit next to Sebastian, Garrett sits next to me, while he sits next to Michael Sunders. Behind us, is Lucinda, and Michael's personal assistant, who just came inside the section after taking a long phone call, hence the reason why I hadn't seen him before.Even in the dark I can see Sebastian's face pressed hard into a frown. I nudge him slightly, and when I do he slowly turns to face me. His strong jawline is hardened at the sight of me."Lighten up. You don't want anyone to think you aren't happy," I tell him."But I'm not happy."

** Cows. Cows are all I see, and frankly they aren't a welcoming sight. My mouth twists and curls like I'm tasting something sour, when it's only the smell of cow manure and the sight of actual livestock outside the car window. "I take it it's her first time out in the country?" The driver asks Sebastian. All Sebastian does is shake his head. I think twice about saying something back to the driver, but I'm so focused on the animals outside, actual animals, outside of my window, that it only crosses my mind. The plane ride to Tennessee was horrible in itself. I tried to make amends with Sarah after my rude comment shook her the wrong way, but she wouldn't bud