"What made you think that was the right thing to do last night? Seriously, I am asking a question?" Everyone in the room just looked at me as if I was speaking in Charlie Brown tone. "If your client does not make it to the red carpet with all the reporters, then they get no promotion. How is that not clear to everyone?"

Someone in the back of the room mumbles, "Well if some of us would have been in the office yesterday instead working from home"

"You know I can here you right? Loud in clear, I have perfect hearing. If you would like to keep your job I would advise you to either speak up or shut up. I have only been with this company for three months, but in that very short time I have seen who does their job and who doesn't. If you are working here to name drop to your friends I would advise you to resign because over the next six months or so I will be weeding out the ones that I think will not work out for this company. And as for your comment about me working from home, that's none of your business. I have spent the last three solid months in this office every day of the week from dusk to dawn. I took one day off, and even then I worked the entire day. Do we want to get into the stupid reason's people don't show up in this office, because I know more than some of you think I do..." The room got very quiet. "Now, let's get to work."

            Getting a hold of Mr. Music superstar has not been an easy task for me. He must have my phone number blocked because every time I call, it goes directly into his voicemail. "This is Emily Clarkson from Shinetime, Justin I need you to call me back to figure out what we are going to do about this situation and see how you want it handled... I know you don't like commenting on your personal life, however if we don't deal with this head on the backlash could be worse." Another day, another unanswered phone call. His ex, Ms. Overpaid horrible actress however has already issued a statement. She has always loved the press she would get from him. She was basically blaming him for the breakup. Making everyone assume that there was infidelity on his end. But I couldn't defend him because he wasn't answering any of my phone calls.

            The phone in my office rings, maybe this was him and I could finally work on someone else for a change.

"Emily Clarkson."

"Hey Em, its Lexie."

"Oh, hey. What's up?"

"Well I haven't seen you in a while, just wanted to see how you're doing."

"Just busy. Typical days for me."

"That's the truth... Do you want to get lunch with me tomorrow?"

"Sure I can do that. I have some things to take care of in the afternoon anyways. Is there something wrong?"

"No, I just miss you. I haven't seen you in weeks... I will see you tomorrow."

            She was hiding something from me. I didn't know what it was, but there was something she wasn't telling me. She has never just wanted to have lunch because she missed me.

            I left the office around 4:30. Third day in a row that I rolled out of here before the sun went down. I wanted to stop and see how he was doing, hoping maybe he got some more of his memory back. Today they had removed some of his bandages and were letting them begin to heal on their own. The plastic surgeon has said that all the wounds should heal without major scaring. His face was starting to release some pressure; the swelling has begun to go down.

            On the way to the hospital I stopped at the In and out Burger and to get food for him. He hated the hospital food. And not knowing what he liked or would even want, I bought enough food for six people. When I walked into his room with all the bags of food he goes, "Are you expecting more people to join us?"

"No, I just didn't know what you would want."

"I would like some sushi." he nods his head and licks his lips.

"Are you serious? You like sushi?"

"Actually yes."

"You're remembering, that's great! Maybe tomorrow?"

"So that means I will see you again tomorrow?"

"Maybe if you're lucky."

            After spending a couple hours with him, I went back to the office. There was a lot of stuff that I was neglecting by leaving the office early. So I had to make up some things.

            My phone began to ring in the office and it was after 9:00. I answer it thinking it had to be important for the security to put the call threw to my line and not the voicemail line.

"Emily Clarkson. Can I help you?"

"Yea I think that you brought me enough food tonight for four people and I ate it all now my stomach hurts. Can you help that?"

A smile creeps up on my face, it was him. "I'm sorry sir did you try using the restroom? Sometimes that helps when someone is full of crap!"

"Oh snap. You don't have to be so rough with me."

"You ain't seen rough yet."I joked.

"There you go with your sexual flirting with me. Not fair."

"Sorry, I had to say it."

"No apologizes needed. So why are you still at the office?"

"Work. I have a lot of work to finish." As always.

"Do I take too much of your time?" He sounded sad.

"No it's not that. I just work with dimwits remember?"

"Oh yea, I forgot." He gets quiet.

"Is there something you need?"

"I just wanted to talk to someone. This room gets quiet and boring."

"I think I can stop and see you tomorrow. I am only in the office till around one, but I have lunch plans with a friend. How does after that sound?"

"A boyfriend?"

I roll my eyes, "NO." I said it pretty stern.

"Whoa, sore subject... Well then I guess I will see you tomorrow, if you have time."

"Wait, I'm sorry I was rude. I'm just tired of people asking me if I have a boyfriend. Everyone seems to think that I can't be happy if I don't have a man in my life. I'm sorry. It's not your fault."

"It's ok. I understand and please don't listen to those people. When you find the person that you love without even thinking about it, that's when it will happen. You seem to be a pretty great person and that is a great quality to have. Get a good night's rest, I will see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

            I felt like shit. I shouldn't have snapped at him. Nothing going on in my life has anything to do with what he has done to me. If anything he has been a great escape from my real life. I had this slight quiver in my stomach; it was a happy quiver though.