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“I don’t want to be disturbed unless Azzaria is in danger. I’m busy,” I snarled.
He scoffed. “Well, it’s a good thing her face is on every news headline,” he said, and I jumped up.
I ran to open the door, and Reyes came inside. He handed me the iPad, and I was shocked. If these were unsettling to me, I could only imagine what the hell was happening to her. I’ve never wanted to be back in the city this quick.
“We’re already working on getting it down, but it’s going to cost—”
“Spend any amount you have to. Get it down now, Reyes. Get the jet back to England. I’m going home,” I ordered.
Arnoldo looked at me disapprovingly, but he didn’t understand, especially because he didn’t have a clue what burning for someone meant. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. There’s—”
“Arnoldo Reyes, I appreciate you, but if you don’t shut up and do as you’re getting paid to do, I will kill you!” I shouted.
“The jet will be here in a few minutes, and our people are on it. Anything else you need?”
“I just need the jet to be here.”
The jet arrived, and sitting down, a million thoughts rushed through my brain. I’m not upset about people finding out because I’ve been wanting to show her off from day one, but I know how she is. And I know how much this is affecting her.
“Dillon, don’t forget you have that Zoom interview scheduled with Jasmine later today,” Arnoldo said, his voice slightly strained. “It’s pretty important.”
I sighed. “Arnoldo, I don’t know if I can do this interview right now. Where’s Azzaria?”
“She’s at home, but you need to do the interview.”
“Arn—”
Arnoldo leaned forward, looking at me with a seriousness that only he could muster. “Dillon, I understand how crucial this is, but the interview with Jasmine is also significant. She’s a big media influencer, and it could help us maintain your positive image. I can’t just cancel it.”
“Okay, here’s what we’ll do. Tell Jasmine that I’m willing to do the interview, but it has to be in person. We can also use this to discuss this picture situation, too.”
Arnoldo noded, seemingly relieved by the compromise. “That sounds like a good plan, Dillon. I’ll contact Jasmine’s team right away and arrange the in-person interview. And if it makes you feel any better, the picture situation isn’t that serious.”
“It’s that not serious?”
“You wanted the public to know. Being in the public eye doesn’t bother you; you’ve been in it for years. So—”
I cut him off. “I’m used to it. She’s not. It’s not about the pictures being out; I couldn’t care less. It’s about how it’s affecting her. You don’t know how much negativity affects her, and I’m yet to read a positive comment under any of these.”
“I get it, sorry. The interview is scheduled. As soon as we land, we’re getting there.”
Azzaria
“Azzaria,” I heard Abigail shout, waking me up from my sleep.
“What is it?”
“Come and watch the TV.” She woke me up at 7 am to show me a TV? I’m debating the levels of patience I have with everyone this week.
Rushing out of my bedroom, the TV was showing the local news. They woke me up to watch Good Morning America with Jasmine’s hour long gossip take? This can’t be serious.
“What’s going on?” Before she could answer, I heard the news reporter speak, and this shocked the hell out of me.
“Joining us on set this morning, is a man who needs no introductions, Mr. Dillon Xander.” She spoke smoothly, and I saw him walk on stage. His suit fit him perfectly, and oh god, his hair was so perfect. He’s so perfect.
I’m confused. Wasn’t he supposed to be in England? This entire morning is a blur to me, but I needed to know what was going on.
He walked across to a seat and crossed his legs at his knee. I knew that position all too well; he was about to do something serious, and my anxiety killed me not knowing what was going on.
