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"Are you kidding me? You need to have an Instagram, Twitter and even Facebook even if it's out-dated now because Instagram is more popular," I said as I leaned my back on the chair, "No wonder why you didn't know the history of my dating life but still you hired me based on rumors."

Guess it's true that businessmen like him are not into social media. But it's kinda odd, isn't it? I mean the world is full of technology and he doesn't have any type of social media.

I'm sure his business is using social media accounts, like pages or anything because how would he promote it? But I think this company is here even before social media. so it would thrive without it but that's a bummer. They need more audience to cater to, whatever business it is, it needs to be advertised no matter what. I think advertisers should know that! I should apply to this company to tell them to do it. They need someone like me, who has a vision and mission. New and great ideas, innovative creation.

I stop in the middle of my thoughts. New and great ideas? I don't even know what to write in my new song!

Damn, how stupid I was to think about new and innovation creation when I can't even creat anything that will have million views.

But whatever.

It's fine though he does whatever he likes, I'm not gonna come for him because he doesn't have any of those modernized things but I will help him make one.

"I'm a busy man, Ms. Vena. I prefer going on trips to meet with my clients rather than scrolling on some app that I don't even know how to use."

Busy man my ass! He is here talking to me rather than going on those business meetings. He in fact cancelled it just to hear my personal life, my personal relationship! He even wants to cancel meetings for today just for this and now he's acting all busy.

I look up to him.

I sighed deeply. "Then I will help you use it!"

"Is it really necessary?" he asked.

"Yes, give me your phone. I'll create one for you since you don't know how to start with it."

"I'm not going to give you my phone–" I cut him off.

"Okay, then say goodbye to your dream girl."

"Fine." He sighed in defeat and handed his phone.

He moved behind me so he could see what I'm doing with his phone.

Ugh! Is he trying to watch what I'm doing with his phone? Don't worry Mr. CEO I won't fool around with your phone. As if I will find good things here. I'm sure he's as boring as I thought he was.

His phone doesn't have a password so I went to his app store and quickly installed Instagram.

I'm not like the media who wants the dirt of people. I don't like to fool around like others did to me. Everything I do is a headline to them even though I'm not that famous.

I don't really get them.

Anyways… Instagram is already installed and I set up his account.

Everything that I need to do. And he just stood behind me like a wall. He's not doing anything or reacting to anything he is just silently watching like his a stalker or something.

I turned to him.

"I need a profile picture," I said.

"What is that?"

Ugh? Profile picture? This man is clearly out of this world! I can't believe him that's stupid he doesn't even know what a profile picture is. I'm not mad or thinking that he is stupid but the thought that he doesn't know it when he have a brand new Tesla car outside this company.

Or he's just really trying to live peacefully without social media?

Well that's a nice way to put it.

"Can you stand behind your desk?" I asked while still holding his phone. The lighting is good, his office is actually aesthetically pleasing so this could work as a profile picture showing how he values his profession as a CEO.

Yeah that's right.

"Why?" he asked.

"Just go, do what I want you to do."

"As far as I know I'm the boss here," he said.

"Yes in your company but you're not the boss of me. Well technically you are but not in this company okay? Besides were doing it for your sake so just do it," I told him.

He rolled his eyes and do what I said to him.

"Cross your arms."

"Go in the middle."

"Tilt your head a bit."

"Okay look here."

"Don't move."

That's just some of the rings that I told him to do. He is actually looking good in the camera but I don't think that a fierce look would make a good profile because he is also crossing his arms as I told him.

"Don't cross your arms," I said.

"Isn't it done yet?" he asked. He's starting to be irritated. He loosened up his tie.

I clicked it and I was amazed by the photo that I took of him.

He's face is in a side view but not that much still showing how handsome he is and how carved his chiseled jaw is while lossening up his tie, surrounded by his office.

Aww, that is just the perfect picture!

I'm a good photographer. I think I should also do a job like that's maybe it will successful than my song writing career.

"Stop staring at my picture Ms. Vena. Are you done?" he said.

"Excuse me, how am I supposed to set this up if I'm not gonna look Braxton?" I bantered.

He shook his head.

Tsk. He is so impatient and full of himself.

When I'm about to tell him that I'm done creating his account. His secretary came in.

"Sir, you have an emergency meeting right now. The investors need to see you in the meeting room."

Our eyes met.

He nod to his secretary. "I'll go."

"You can leave now. This meeting will take hours. I'll update you later," he said then leave with his phone in my hand.

Well…

I pursed my lips together.

That's so sudden and fast.

Should I leave now? I mean I don't have a business here since he is gone and his meeting lasts for hours as he said… so I think I should go.

Should I leave his phone here on the table?

Of course I should!

I stood up and elave his phone on the table since I'm done with his Instagram account. I'm sure he knows how to work his way to use it. He is not dumb for Pete's sake he is running a million dollar company!

I left his office and make my way out of the building.

He said he will update me.

Update huh?

I sighed.

It's still early, where should I go next?

I decided to crash Mother Mossy's place. I just remember that I should call him Mother Mossy's, he's like a.kother figure to me ever since he became my manager and it suits him more.

I stop by at his condominium. I can't help but look around the place. It seems peaceful. Some of the people here know me and some don't.

Who actually cares?

But I have few friends here. And when I say few, I meant it.

I sighed and went inside. I don't have anywhere to go. I still think that's some paparazzi are following me and if I'm right. I'm ruined because I just walked out of Braxton's building. It will be a fuzz.

I took the elevator and looked for my key. Mother Mossy's trusts me one of his keys so I don't have to wait outside if he's not here to crash his place because I always do it and he just gets tired of the security calling him because of me sitting and laying outside his unit.

I have a place to say but I'm always lone. My parents doesn't visit me often because they are busy with their other over achiever children. Especially my older sister.

I don't have any grudges over her but what can I do? She's the over achiever and I'm nothing of course they will love her more and be proud of her more other than they're child who is just known for writing break up songs about his ex.

Like how are they going to show up to reunions introducing they're child like 'Hello this is my daughter, her job is to write songs about her awful breakup' of course they would like it.

They want something like, 'Hey everyone, look at my daughter she's a surgeon in a famous hospital in the world!'

See the difference?

Without even noticing, I'm right in front of Mother Mossy's condo. I grab the key and open the door.

I called him but there is no response. I also look around the condo but there is no one.

I sighed.

I guess he is busy with his other talents. Because my recording company didn't renew a contract with me he will spend few times with me but it's alright.

What can I do? My recording company thinks that I don't deserve a contract. Then so be it.

Besides I don't want Mother Mossy to loose his job. I'm a pain in the ass so maybe he can be at peace with newer talent.

That's much better for him.

Because Mother mossy is not in his condo I decided to leave but before I go I worte him a letter and left it in the kitchen, saying that I went by his place and drink his last cold coffee in the fridge.

I'm sure he will be mad about this because he really likes that cold coffee. I can't help but laugh to myself.

After going to Mother Mossy's place. I went to my house. Thankfully there is no paparazzi around. Maybe they got tired following me. That's good, there's a lot of actors and actresses that they can bother who is more successful than me. More famous and more scandalous.

I look at my empthy house. It's not literally empty though. I earned good money before so I decided to have my own house with pretty and expensive things I like that I never got a chance to have when I was young.

Now that I have it, I still feel like something is empty in this house. Even if it's fully decorated. The interior of my house is minimalist mixed with moders so it looks neat and elegant.

How can I mantain an elegant house if I don't have a recording company anymore? If I can't produce good music that is appealing to everyone?

I sighed. I showered first so I could clear my mind. After that I changed into new clothes and stare at myself in the mirror.

I really don't have anything to do now.

I want to watch a series buy I'm too bored to watch anything at all. I don't know with myself. Theses days I'm feeling like I'm burn out without any reason.

Maybe because of the changes that happened in my life.

I sighed as I sit in my couch. I let myself loose in the soft couch. I laid both of my hands.

Maybe I should write a poem… or a song?

Yes! Exactly Artemesia!

All you need to do is write!

Write something that is good and timely!

So when you are done with your job, being a flirting expert to Braxton, you will get the recording company contract that you need and you can make music again!

The good thing is that you already have something to work on when that happen! So you are prepared.

Yes that is right!

I grabbed a pen and paper nearby and stare at it.

I pursed my lips while looking at it.

Shit.

I don't have anything to write.

I closed my eyes tightly and throw it back.

Damn it!

I thought I have something to write but I really don't! I'm such a—

My thought is distracted when my phone vibrate.

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped when I looked at my phone screen.

Braxton Bentley followed you.