"Any updates?" Selena sat across the three private investigators that she was given. She had quickly sold her house off, leaving Steve completely homeless, and she had gone and rented out an apartment for herself. That was where she was with the investigators. The three of them shared a loom before looking at Selena, and then the one in the middle, who happened to be the only woman in the trio, presented a file. "We honestly tried our best, but he's tightly packed." She said. "With security, that is what she means." One of her partners said. "So, what you're saying is that you were unable to get anything?" Selena hit her fists on the wooden table in front of her. "I'm going to request for a refund, because why is it so hard for private investigators to do their jobs?" "No, no, no." All three of the investigators got up at once in a bid to calm her down. "What is it?" Selena sat back down, glaring at them. Things had already been going rough enough for her and she didn't ne
"Rob." Selena held her phone between her ear and left shoulder as she navigated her kitchen, popping random food items into her mouth. Why had she been eating so much lately, she wondered. "Selena," Rob replied. "Have you seen the post yet? About the secretary stuff?" "Way ahead of you, I'm already getting ready even." Selena chuckled. She was dressed in a pink pant suit and ready to go, but what she was actually getting ready was for her girl landing Taron's job. "Well, I hope you'd take tissues with you when you go there, because you're going to come out crying." Rob muttered in a low, mocking tone. "Put your nose in your own business, Roberto." Selena hissed and cut the call. She made three sandwiches for herself and got down to work almost immediately. "I should call Rebecca before I go," She muttered. "just to make sure that everything is all set up." "Hi Selena." Rebecca said. "Rebecca, are you ready?" Selena asked her. "Yes, I'm already getting dressed, I'll
Taron was impressed with how well Rebecca worked. She was very earnest and did even little things that Taron did not ask her to. And she always came around smelling like an exotic flower. A gentle exotic flower. Taron wondered if Selena had noticed Rebecca and hoped that she would come over to see him again, so he would see that he had indeed hired the next person to walk straight in for the interview. He would leave out the fact that Rebecca was also very qualified for the job. Taro wanted the anger and jealousy to go to Selena, through her pores and everything. His ends suddenly stood up and he scratched his head, wondering if he had a sixth sense that go ikr immediately tell him when Selena wears in the surrounding. Rebecca was already leaving; and once again, she bumped into Selena. “Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t see you there.” Rebecca said, but Selena just walked by her as if she saw and heard nothing in particular. “You just hit my assistant! What is wrong with you?” Taron sai
“I still don’t know why you didn’t call me, I gave you my number for a reason!” Mackenzie scoffed at Selena, twirling her freshly dyed platinum blond curls. “You had my number too, you could have called me easily.” Selena took a sip from her drink. Mackenzie had visited her to talk about their new deal and how nice it was that they were working together. Nice her ass. “You know how things were, I was wondering if you’d still like to speak to me or maybe you’d want your space, I was waiting for you to make the first move.” Mackenzie shrugged. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” Selena blew air out of her mouth. “so, did you apply for the post or—?” “Oh no, I was contacted,” Mackenzie giggled like a school girl. “they contacted my agent and with the whole ‘fat is fresh’ thing going on, they decided I wild be perfect to model some of their clothes.” “That’s interesting.” Selena said. “I know right?” Mackenzie was excited. “I wasn’t ready to take on big jobs or anything so I decide
Selena had been in Taron’s house since she got the news of her father dying. Taron had been so supportive and extremely helpful that she felt so bad for what she had done to him. Taron was such a sweetheart, and his new found wealth only made that more prominent. Taron walked into the extra room that he had allowed Selena to stay in. “Hey, are you okay?” Taron asked her. Selena nodded and looked up at Taron. He still looked the same, kind and wise, only this time with a lot more edge. She was wearing her silver silk nightgown that hung low. An idea came to her that made her to check if Taron was still into her. After all, he was looking at her with those eyes and she suddenly felt shy. Selena stood up and started to walk to Taron, her eyes straight up showed determination. “Do you want to go and get some water?” Taron asked again, and Selena chose not to reply to that. She got close to him and placed her hands on his shoulders tenderly. “W-what are you doing?” For the first t
Selena looked around her as she walked into the bathroom stall. She had been getting weird chills lately, and she felt eyes on her almost all the time. The possibility that she was it’s being paranoid was on the table, but Selena knew that that was not it. She had not been the same ever since Taron became wealthy, and maybe it was due to the backlash she received from Taron’s fans and people who never liked her. But at least, at that time, she had a reason to be watched. Most sought after model, and the girl who broke Taron’s heart? The girl who was desperate for billionaire Taron’s attention? Exactly. But now, she was not anything special, not after she had gone down and her miraculous spotlight had not come yet. What would anyone want with her? Or was it like those movies where the girl had a stalker who ended up killing them? Selena gasped. She definitely did not want to be one of those victims of ‘a crime of passion’, or whatever it was people said in movies. She finished her bu
“So, I just wanted to let you know that we’re moving out.” Taron paced in front of his mother. “What?” Eloise did not understand why he had suddenly made that decision. “You heard me the first time, mom, and the chief of security would be making some changes so your guards may not be your guards anymore.” Taron turned to leave. “But I like Connor, he is so sweet and he tells me stories when I’m bored, says I remind him of his late mother.” Eloise sighed. Taron shook his head and made a mental note to send a message that Connor should not be left behind. “How would my friends come to visit me, then?” Eloise asked. “That’s why we’re moving, mother, you’ve been so used to poverty that you don’t understand that you and your friends are putting us all in danger.” Train turned back. “No, that’s not true, you’ve always been a silly boy.” Eloise shook her head. “You are the silly one here, I almost got killed a few days back, so you don’t have a choice,” Taron stopped raisi
Taron just rounded up with the names of people he was ticking that he would work with for the year. The owners of the companies he wanted to collaborate with, that is, and he was looking forward to an hour of sleep, rest that he truly deserved when his mother barged into his bedroom without bothering to knock. “Taron dear!” Eloise exclaimed. “I’m going to the mall to get a few things for myself in the new house, you should come and we would go together.” Taron facepalmed himself. “No, I don’t want to.” “Are you shy? You know that there would be a lot of girls there, don’t you want a girlfriend?” Taron closed his eyes tightly as his mother continued to ramble on. “I don’t want any of that, mom, I just want to sleep.” Taron said gently, doing his best to not yell at his mother. “But you might see things that you’d like, why don’t we just go and you’d know if—” “I already said no, don’t push it.” Taron raised the covers over his head, his mother was still as fussy as ever.