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"I knew it, I knew that idiot was going to be bad for your career!"
Brandon's shout bursts into the room as he does, silencing all other conversations.
I immediately take off my headphones to look at him. "What the hell do you mean?" I ask.
But Brandon doesn't answer me right away. His face is red, and he has a violent expression.
He’s so upset that, without thinking, he takes the phone and throws it to the ground, which smashes the casing.
I immediately stand up and go over to him. "Brandon, tell me what's wrong," I ask, frightened. He doesn't answer me, he just turns away.
My heart is racing a mile a minute. I feel so anxious that I fear my heart is going to burst out of my chest.
I know there’s only one person he could be referring to.
"I think he means this."
The audio technician walks over to me and hands me his phone, which has his social media open. I read the news about the fight between Damien and Logan and the subsequent arrest of both, and my blood freezes in my veins.
For a moment, I feel like I can't breathe. It's as if the world has stopped around me.
Without waiting, I walk over to the booth and grab my jacket.
"What do you think you're doing, Drea?"
Brandon watches me, as if transfixed by my swift walk. "I'm going to the police to look for Damien," I say.
Brandon’s expression is almost comical when he understands what I’m doing. His hair is sticking up everywhere from how he’s repeatedly run his hands through it, and his mustache is twitching. His glasses are crooked on the edge of his nose.
He immediately hurries over to me to try and stop me. "No, you won't."
A serious expression flashes across his face as anger gives way to nervousness. "Drea, that man has influenced you in a bad way. He's not good for you! I told you that the first time you saw him, but you never listen to me!"
My arm pulls away from his grip. "Brandon, I don't care what you think of Damien. I'm going to go find him."
At this point I'm tired of hearing my manager telling me how much he doesn't tolerate Damien.
"What don't you get?" He steps between me and the door. "This man is bad for you in every way. How long until you stop your absurd obsession with bad boys!"
"It's not about bad boys, Brandon, it's about one man. I choose Damien over all others. I choose him over my career, even. I don't care if you approve or not. I choose him."
Brandon's mouth drops open. "This man has bewitched you."
His words seem pained, as though he’s lost entirely in hopelessness.
"Maybe he has. I've heard they call it love."
Not caring what Brandon has to say to that, I push him out of my way and exit the audio booth.
I immediately pick up the phone and dial the number of the private driver of the record label, making sure they have the car ready for me.
As soon as I get outside, there's the car. I can hear the shouts of Brandon behind me, who calls for me imploringly, but I don't listen. Instead, I turn off my phone and get in the car.
The driver is waiting for me. I give him directions in a shaking voice and then we’re on our way. Inside I feel angry, dizzy, and worried. What was Damien thinking having a fight with Logan? I don't know yet, but I plan to find out. First and foremost, though, I need to fix whatever is going on.
The entrance to the police station is crowded with paparazzi and curious people who are trying to get some good pictures with their phones.
"Okay. Here we go."
