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3:40pm
Demi Lovato glanced down at her phone to see who was calling her, but never stopped taking notes on the legal pad placed next to her work phone. She squinted as the number disappeared from the screen before she could figure out who it was and instead tuned back into the head of social media planning the next Skims launch.
"Why are we changing photographers?" Demi questioned, momentarily abandoning her notes to take a sip of her iced matcha latte. She was a coffee girl but as she got older, she realized that she couldn't drink the beverage after 3pm and still expect to get a full eight hours of sleep every night, which she absolutely needed to function.
"Kourtney didn't like the-"
"That's not going to work and it's really not about Kourtney. We're not changing what we already do for one person, that's absolutely ridiculous. Reschedule it with Jeff, send the schedules out to everyone, and if they disagree then we drop them," Demi said, causing a string of mumbles to circle around the table but at the end of the day, everyone knew she was right. She didn't get the position of CFO by being a people pleaser.
Once again her nonword phone began to vibrate next to her legal pad and Demi dropped her pen so that she could actually see who was calling. The number looked familiar but she couldn't quite place it. She had a really bad habit of only saving numbers on her work phone. When someone called her on her normal number, she always had to play a guessing game to see who it was.
"Excuse me for a moment," Demi mumbled, more to herself than to the people in the conference room before she left. As soon as the door shut behind her she pressed the phone to her ear.
"Hello?"
"Yes, hello, is this Demi Lovato? We've been trying to contact you. This is Ms. Meyer from the front office at Berkeley Hall. Your daughters are still here," Ms. Meyer said, causing Demi to twist her wrist to look at her watch. It was 3:43. School ended for the kids at 3:07.
"I'm so sorry, their father was supposed to pick them up. He hasn't arrived yet?"
"No, I'm so sorry and I have them in one of the after school programs but I know they don't usually stay after..." Ms. Meyer trailed off as Demi released a low huff. It wasn't Ms. Meyer's fault that her children weren't picked up on time so there was no need for Demi to go off on her.
"Thank you so much for letting me know and I'm so sorry for the inconvenience. You can tell them to get their stuff together. I should be there in about twenty minutes."
They exchanged pleasantries before Demi rushed back into the conference room to grab her things.
"I have to run out but I'll be available by phone. In case you guys didn't hear me the first time, we stick with the same photographer. As soon as he's confirmed I need an itinerary for that shoot so that I can confirm it with Kim and then we can send it out to everyone from there. I hope everyone has a great evening and I'll see you all tomorrow." By the time she was finished with her little speech her things were packed and Demi was practically running out of the door. It took her a little while to get to her car but once she was, she immediately ditched her work phone for her regular phone.
There was absolutely no reason why the father of her children hadn't picked them up from school. Judging by the smell of liquor wafting from her cotton sheets this morning, him stumbling into bed around four in the morning hadn't been a figment of her imagination. And she always knew how unbearable he was after a night out so she had left him with two advil, a bottle of water, and instructions to pick the kids up and take them to her parents' house because they wanted to spend the night over there. But of course he couldn't even do that. It was like asking for anything out of him lately was too much and Demi was more than pissed off.
