Fan Fiction |
by Sensitivegal
Edison sat up on his bed. He had yet another sleepless night. All he could think of was how he was going to get her back. She was angry with him and he felt isolated that he couldn’t do anything about it.
He then looked around his room. A piece of paper caught his eyes. He had forgotten all about it. He rushed over to his desk and read the paper. He couldn’t believe he forgot that. And he couldn’t believe he wrote something like that. Then he thought how much he loved her and knew he got that from within his heart.
Maybe he had a chance to get her back, he thought. A smile crept up. He remembered what day it was. This was a perfect opportunity to get her back. It was a great day.
He rushed to the bathroom to clean up and look good. He had to look good.
She did promise the reporters that she would give them half an hour interview. And they did as she wished to be left in one piece for a week. She didn’t want to answer their question until she sorted out what she was going to say. She was ready to face the world and tell them what they’ve all been waiting to hear. Why the secret.
‘How you feeling?’ Kenny asked. She was in My Studio up on the fifteenth floor sitting on her chair with Kenny sitting opposite her. ‘This is it! The moment of truth.’
‘I have another hour,’ she grunted. Kenny was no help in calming her nerves.
‘What about Edison then? Are you ready to tell him?’ Word had gone around that she was thinking about their relationship. No one bought it up until now.
‘Ready for what?’ she played dumb.
‘Oh, come on, you know what I’m talking about. Are you ready to give him a second chance?’
‘Maybe,’ she responded nonchalantly. Kenny couldn’t tell if it was a yes or a no. He couldn’t read her expression. He frowned. Maybe she doesn’t want him back. That was crazy talk. He shook his head erasing the thought out of his mind.
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She found herself an hour later seated at the middle of the studio with chairs in front of her filled with the press. She was nervous. She looked around. Her six now top super models were watching from the back. Their men were there as well. Leo stood there behind her just in case anything goes wrong.
Gillian and Shawn slid in at the back. Then behind them Nicholas and Joey entered. She gave them a questioning look. They gave her two thumbs up.
The reporters fidgeted at their seat. They got their recorders ready. They had pen and pad on their hand. They were all excited. Two camera crews were at the back taking in live shots. She felt more nervous than ever.
She shifted in her seat. ‘Good afternoon,’ she began the interview. ‘I’m ready to answer your questions,’ she said in the microphone. ‘But these question has to do with My Studio nothing to do with my love life,’ she added.
Every hand shot up straight in the air just like you would see in the junior high kids wanting to say something. She pointed to a man in front of her. ‘I’m from Hush magazine,’ he identified himself. ‘Why did you keep your identity a secret?’
She knew that was going to be the first question. She took a deep breath before answering. ‘You must have all checked my background now you know me,’ she looked around. Everyone nodded his or her heads. ‘I was born with a silver spoon. When I was young my life had been splashed around in every magazine and newspaper. I had every reporter after me bombarding me with questions after questions. It was scary for me at that age. I didn’t want that to happen to me when I grew up. So I vowed that I would keep my identity a secret, if I got rich no one will come asking question.’
There was silence around. And then hands went back up. She pointed to a woman at the end. ‘Women magazine. Now that the world knows about you, there will be reporters after you.’
‘I know. That is one of the reasons I asked all of you here. When something happens to me I don’t want anyone coming and invading my privacy. I would like to be called from your boss and asked for an interview just like this one. Is that a problem?’
They all shook their head agreeing. Hands went up again.
‘How did you become rich?’ a reporter said as she nodded him to speak.
‘I don’t know,’ she laughed. ‘I had just opened my boutique and in a rush I had everyone rushing in and buying everything. There was more people demanding and I made more. As months go by I would raise the cost. Next thing I know everyone around the world is coming just for my clothes. Many people suggested that I open more boutiques around the world. And I did one by one.’
‘How did you get the money to open the boutique?’ a reporter from the back shouted out.
‘Did you get the money from your father?’ another called out.
‘No!’ she quickly answered; horrified they would think that. ‘I never asked for money from my father. He only paid for my university. I worked odd jobs to get the money!’
‘You seem horrified,’ one reporter pointed out. ‘Why?’
‘I don’t want anyone to think I came here because of my father. He did help me without intentional. I’m an independent woman. I didn’t tell him who I was,’ she confessed. ‘But he helped me with everything but financially.’
‘So are you quoting that you’re a self-made billionaire. Or is it a multi-billionaire?’
‘I’m sorry but I can’t say how rich I am,’ she smiled warmly. ‘But I will quote that ‘I’m a self-made billionaire’. So if I could get here on my own so can anyone else. All you need to do is work hard to achieve what you want.’
The reporters clapped their hands admiringly. ‘So if I worked hard I could have been just like you?’ someone shouted out. She looked at the back at Vanness.
She smiled. ‘If I got here on my own I don’t see why you can’t.’
She pointed to a woman at the back row whose hand was raised. ‘Would you have told anyone about you owning My Studio?’
‘I did tell most of the people I trusted,’ she admitted. ‘I was going to tell someone I loved but my plan backfired.’
‘Are you and Edison still seeing each other?’ one of the reporters called out.
‘As I said before I won’t answer anything about my love life,’ she said as calmly as she could. ‘If you want to know you have to ask for another interview. This was only to find out why I kept myself hidden from the world.’
A woman held her hand up. She was wearing a cap. Charlene couldn’t se her face. But something about her posture was familiar. She nodded for her to speak. ‘I respect how you are dealing with our question. You see I’m not from any magazine or newspaper company but I do have one question. Would you go back to him if he begged?’
All the reporters perked up at the question. Charlene was stunned. She stared at the woman. The woman stood up and took off her hat. Charlene didn’t hide her shocked expression. ‘Michelle,’ she whispered.
‘I’m glad you didn’t forget me. So would you?’
Charlene got out of the shock trance and looked around then back at her. ‘I can’t answer that yet,’ she said trying hard not to show she was sad. She gave an apologizing look at Michelle.
Michelle nodded, understanding. She shrugged her shoulders implying that she tried.
She stood up. ‘No more questions,’ she ended the interview. Time had flown by. The interview had been more than half an hour, she realized.
‘But Miss Choi!’ they protested. They were all asking questions all together. Leon stepped in shielding Charlene with his body.
‘Wait!’ a familiar voice shouted through the reporters. She stopped at her track and poked her head above Leon’s shoulder. ‘I have some questions.’
‘Wha-what is it?’ she squeaked. The reporters quieted down as they recognized the person. They held their recorder out in front of him. Cameras were focused on him.
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