บท 4: Chapter 4
At ARG, Alex Jayden who is the hottest and most loved model and a part time musician walks into the record label, his bodyguards followed him as he adjusted his glasses stylishly.
"You are my idol" the receptionist said as she bats her eyes with love towards him, Alex ignored her as he walks towards the elevator.
At the top floor, the elevator pinged and opened.
"How many times do I have to tell you that you need Clara Torres as your girlfriend. She is good for you image" the label's president said as soon as Alex enters his office.
Alex sat down on the chair as he removes his glasses then placed his legs on the desk.
"Before I respond, fire that girl downstairs." Alex said as he dropped the glasses on the desk also.
"This is the fifth girl you've asked me to fire within 4 weeks!" Darry said in fury.
"Am I sensing a bit of an attitude there?" Alex said with a hint of anger
Darry huffed.
"I'm not to be blamed not when all they do is disgust me! Why can't they be professional for once! Must they flash me their boobs every goddamn time." He added.
Picking up the phone, he called the security to escort the receptionist from the office.
"Are you better now!" Darry asked.
Though he's in his mid fifties, Darry knew the lad is doing him a favor by being in his record label. He knows different labels that wants Alex to sign a deal with them and he had to satisfy him or else he would kiss his millions bye.
"Yes I am satisfied, I should be on my way, you only asked for twenty minutes of my time." He said whilst standing and picking his glasses up from the table.
"But, I called you here because of Clara" Darry said with a hint of anger.
"I know, that was why I wasted my twenty minutes talking about how your receptionists annoy me so I won't have to talk with you about that two faced bitch" He said before leaving the office.
Darry was mad but all he could do was drown down his already cold black coffee.
Out ARG, Alex took out his phone and saw a text from his manager reminding him of the photoshoot he will be having with Glamor over the weekend.
He pocketed his phone and entered into his sport car and this bodyguards entered the two jeeps at the front of his car and behind his car.
Back at the hospital, The doctor told Florence she wouldn't be discharged until there's an improvement in health.
Nancy had to go prepare dinner at home as she doesn't trust the meal sold at the hospital.
"It's always tasteless" she had told her mother before leaving the hospital premises.
She was preparing dinner when the entrance door opened. If the house wasn't silent, she wouldn't have heard the creaky sound.
She stirred the stew, covered pot with its lid before she went out from the kitchen. Her best guess was that it was Joan, her kid brother that entered.
She then walked toward his door and opened without knocking.
"You're back..." she said but she said in fury when she saw the state of Joan!
"Who did this to you?" She asked as she barged into the room.
His lips were bursted and there's a huge dark bluish patch at his shoulder.
"Damn! Nancy, you still haven't learn the act of knocking" Joan said as he hurriedly wore his clothes.
"You still haven't answered my question you idiot!" Nancy said with tears glossing her eyes.
"Sit!" Joan said as his hands shakes a bit.
Nancy sat on his bed. Right from childhood, Joan hates dirt, so it's not a surprise that her sixteen years old brother's room is sparkling clean.
"You won't tell mom a word when she's back from work! Promise? Joan said as he sat on the only chair in the room.
His brown eyes looked into his sisters bluish own, he waited till she promised before he continued.
"The thing was that I fought, you should have seen the other guy though. Mine is nothing to compare to his" Joan said as if he won a trophy.
Nancy's eyes bulged as she looks at her brother in disbelief.
"Why would you do that?" She said as a lone years escaped from her eyes.
"Damn! I'm sorry" Joan apologies as he saw his sister's tears.
"Language!" Nancy snaps as her big eyes takes him in.
Nancy is always emotional and Joan doesn't have an idea to stop her which was why he started hitting his face when she doesn't stop sobbing.
"Stop beating yourself up, brat" Nancy said as she held his hands from slapping his face further.
"I'm sorry sister, you promised not to tell mom!" Joan said with fright.
"Why Joan, why did you fought?" Nancy asked as she wiped her face with her clothes.
"He called me a bastard and that dad left because he doesn't want us!" Joan said. His hands were in a fist as he recollects how his supposed friend Manuel spoke to him in front of the class today and he couldn't open his mouth to tell his sister that he has been suspended for a week because of how emotional she will become again.
" What's for dinner" He asked without looking at Nancy.
"So you fought because someone called you a bastard?" Nancy asked looking at her brother.
"Hmm, yeah!" Joan said shrugging his shoulder.
"Is that a good thing Joan?" Nancy asked.
"It was for a good cause" Joan said with any regrets.
"I guess I'll have to tell mom when I go meet her at the hospital" Nancy said.
"You promised you won't tell mo.... wait! Mom's at the hospital, was that why you're at home" Joan blabs!
His breathing was getting heavier!
"Hey Joan! Calm down.. Count with me" Nancy said.
"1,2,3,4.......18" they both counts, Nancy was in tears. It wasn't the first time Joan has a panic attack.
"I'm fine" Joan said after some minutes.
"Is mom fine?" Joan asked as his lips wavers.
"She's good, she only fainted due to stress." Nancy replied as they both left the home and journey back to the hospital.
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