Until now the press didn't have a clue about the sex tape. They are only now getting wind of it due to the indictment that went down this morning. Nicole has finally got what was coming to her. Flipping the TV, hoping to catch some of the local news but the first thing I see in the opening headline was Nicole walking into Los Angeles County Jail in handcuffs. As great as that was, the downward spiral of it was Justin's name was attached to those charges, which in turn means more work for me.

"Good Morning Los Angeles. It's a busy day in the entertainment business for Justin Timberlake's camp. However they are being super quiet today after the incident that happened at his fiancés office earlier this week and then today having a former public relations agent from Shinetime, who used to work for Emily, arrested for Invasion of Privacy. Allegedly, Nicole Cunningham had video tapped Justin having sex with someone without his knowledge and attempted to sell it to Vivid Entertainment. Maybe this was a way for Justin to get back at Emily for leaving him? Maybe the reason Emily left him was because he cheated and she saw this tape? Maybe this was Justin being Justin and trying to find a way out of actually settling down and getting married...  All charges are pending, but as you can see she was arrested early this morning. I guess Justin should be counting his lucky stars that he has an amazing PR Manager to keep this all quiet. But that was for her own benefit considering she is his fiancé ..."

            Ugh. I slammed down the hair straightener. I really hated when they put words in my client's mouths, but when they make me look like the bad guy and that I wasn't doing my job, it just makes me furious. I picked up the phone and called directly to that news station.  They of course send me into a voicemail of the president of the news network.

"My name is Emily Clarkson and I'm calling in regards to the newscast this morning involving my client, Justin Timberlake. Calling me for a statement will most likely get you one. If you don't attempt to get any kind of statement from me, that is your network failing to do their job properly. I find it offensive that the entire statement you gave this morning is what you thought should have been said. The allegations are being dealt with the way they should be, through the legal system and if that doesn't work we will move the issue into another category. I will not under any circumstances comment in order to get more recognition for something that is clearly illegal. For your future reference, please contact my office for a statement. Have a great day."

            Now that they day has started off so well, I guess I should go into the office. I didn't want to leave Justin this morning because I knew he wouldn't be here when I got home. Home. This was only my home for a couple more days.

I wanted to wake him so badly but he looked so peaceful sleeping. I love the content look that he always has on his face when he is sleeping. I kiss him on the forehead, wiping my gloss off of his forehead gently. I leave a note on my pillow for him.

Save a safe flight. See you in a couple days. I love you. -Em

The sun was shining brightly as the sun begins to rise over the L.A skyline. Coffee in hand I step onto the elevator and ride up to the office floor. Let the fun begin. The first thing I see is Cheryl sitting at her desk in tears attempting to hide it from me.

"Is there something wrong Cheryl?"

"No." she says still stifling.

"Cheryl... there is something wrong with you. Do you need to go home?"

"No." She says as she turns back to her computer never even looking at me.

"If you need to talk to someone, I can listen."

She doesn't respond. She continues to work. She reminds me of myself pre-Justin. I didn't like anyone knowing that I wasn't ok. I was supposed to be the strong one but I have learned over time that sometimes it needs to be set free. Sometimes just saying the words out loud makes it easier to deal with.

I sat in my chair all morning working diligently before zoning off into a place that I didn't want to think about. Justin was leaving me for the entire weekend. I was going to pack my entire apartment alone and move into a giant house that I would spend a lot of alone time in. I wanted to move in with Justin, I didn't want to be in that big house by myself while he was out of town.

He would be starting a world tour soon and I knew that he was going to be gone a long time. The tour would span over at least twelve months. I needed to work out a schedule where I could see him at least once a week. His schedule has already picked up tremendously and with each day it gets busier and busier. Tour rehearsals were going to start in just a couple weeks...

My thoughts were interrupted by a light knock on the door and it slowly opens.

"Emily." Cheryl walks in looking even more distraught.

"Come in and sit." I said as she shuts the door and sits in front of me. The tears start to stream down her face.

"What's wrong? And don't play that I'm fine crap... what is wrong?"

"I... I... enjoy my job and I don't want to leave you but... I know that you need someone to be there for whenever you need me and I can't be that person anymore."

"Cheryl what is going on that you are not telling me?"

"I can't be that person for you anymore."

"Are you quitting?" I asked.

"I don't think I have another option."

"Cheryl, I think you need to explain everything to me."

She sits for a moment fidgeting with her hands she looks up at me with water flooding out of her eyes. "I'm pregnant."

"And..." I asked and she looked a little confused, "I'm not going to get rid of you because you are pregnant."

"I will not be able to be at your beckon call anymore. If I have to come in on Saturday's or Sunday's I'm not going to be able to find a sitter at the last minute or anything that I'm used to just getting up and going."

"I'm not going to let you quit because of this. Where is the father?" I asked when I know I shouldn't have.

"He... he... he doesn't want kids. He said this is my responsibility now."

"WHAT?" I said shocked. "Who is this fool?"

"He was someone that I had been with for nearly four years. It's not like we were in a new relationship or anything. We had talked about marriage... buying a house... having kids one day... I don't know why he is reacting this way."

"Not that he deserves an excuse, but could he have been shocked?"

"Well we both were... This wasn't something I planned. We have been sitting on this news for at least two weeks... and then..." she stopped trying to catch her breath, "... he asked to meet me last night to discuss our ‘problem'. When I finally got to see him to talk about this last night he basically said I had to choose him or the baby."

"He what?" I stand up and walk around the desk sitting next to her.

"I of course, chose the baby. The baby doesn't get to choose whether it wants to live or not so why should I get to choose for it..."

"I'm so sorry..." I didn't know what to say to her. "You are not leaving this company. You are not quitting as my assistant. There is going to be a lot changing over the next couple months and I'm going to need you. Trust me when I say everything will be fine."

"You would want me to stay on as your assistant even thought I won't have the time that I used to have?"

"Cheryl, your choice to have this baby is yours and yours alone. But just because you are having a baby doesn't make me want to fire you. That's something we will work around."

"Really?"

"Honest. The next couple months are going to be super busy but also with a lot of changes. So if you want to continue to work here, I want to keep you."

"I wasn't sure if you would want someone that had attachments in this position... I didn't think it would matter to you if I was going to stay or not."

"Am I that harsh of a boss?"

"No, you just have a demanding job. I didn't want to prevent you from anything that needed done."

"Well then it's settled. You are staying. Now do you want to take the rest of the day off?"

"No, I have a lot of work today... thank you for everything." She says.

"You're not thanking me for anything. You have proven yourself here... you deserve to at the very least have options."

An hour later I'm sitting at my desk, again, when a huge bouquet of flowers comes barreling through the door. I receive baskets of flowers all the time from studios and magazines thanking me for something but I knew this one was different I knew that these flowers were not from someone trying to suck up.

The gentleman delivering the flowers sits the vase on the desk and I see the card. I pull it out and see my name wrote on the front in his neat, all capitalization hand writing.

I know that you are a lilies kind of woman, but I wanted to express the love I have for you with the deep red roses. With each rose petal know it's a moment that I'm thinking of you...I love you.

                                                                                                            J

As the lump in my throat becomes clearer, he walks out of the room and come back in with yet another vase full of red roses... and another... There had to be a couple hundred roses in the vases.

I love that man, I mumbled to myself. I am a lucky woman that's for sure.

I pick up and call him. Knowing his flight should have just landed at the airport. Hoping he picks up.

Ring... Ring... Ring... "Hello my beautiful fiancé."

"I love you. I love you. I love you."

"I love you"

"The roses are beautiful. You really didn't have to waste the money on them."

"I would have bought more but that's all they had in the flower shop. I wanted you to know that every moment I'm here I will be thinking of you."

I got quiet, trying to think why on earth I ended up with such a man.

"Em... "

"I'm here... I just don't know how I ended up with someone like you."

"Everything happens for a reason... I love you."

"I will let you go I know you are probably headed to your appointments, thank you for the flowers I love you and I am counting down the moments till you are back in my arms."

"I wish I wasn't here but work is work... I love you so much."

"Who knows when you get home I may be in our bed, covered in only deep red rose pedals..."

‘Woman... I have to go... don't make me get right back on a plane..."

"I love you... now go make me some money honey!"

Hours later I'm surrounded by a sea of brown boxes. All marked for the appropriate location. I was nervous thinking about leaving what I was used to... what I had become accustom to. I was about to move into his house with his things. It was all new to me. I'm used to having my own space. If I wanted to get away I would go home to my apartment. If I wanted to not see someone that was in my space I would tell them to leave. This whole moving thing isn't going to be so much fun. It's a huge change. Could I even handle it? Could I live in his house with his things? Could I really do something like this? Could I really give up everything?