Sticky Situation

<3..The Meeting..<3

1 month later

Cyntana POV~

I had just finished unpacking my last boxes and had everything organized the way I wanted it. I was so done with the hotel life, it took me a month to find my beautiful 3 bedroom 2 and half bath, condo. It was very.... me like. Ring Ring...

I moved some clothes on the bed to find my phone.

"Hello"

"Yes, may I speak to Cyntana Ortiz" the voice sounded like a black woman.

"This is she may I ask whose speaking"

"This is Veronica Davenport, I spoke with you through email about a month ago. It was in regards to one of my celebrity clients needing a new stylist" I know knew exactly who the woman was.

"Yes, I remember now" thank you Jesus, Lord knows I needed this job.

"Well it looks like the former stylist, has taking her maternity leave early and we need you to start sooner if that's possible"

"Definitely, how soon".

"Well tomorrow we have a photo shoot going on, that'll be the first thing. I can text you all the info and ill email you the forms you need to go over and email back to me asap"

"Okay I can have them email back in 30 mins. An ill most definitely be at the shoot tomorrow".

"Now Ms. Ortiz I'm hiring you but you need to make a good impression when you get to the shoot to keep this job, im sure you will be great though. Good luck. Call me when you finish the shoot okay".

"I will thank you Mrs. Davenport."

"Your welcome, and I juet texted you all the info. I'll ttyl" I hung up.

I cant believe I landed this new job. At my old job I worked for one of the Real Housewives of Atlanta. But she was no longer on the show, so now she no longer needed the extra expense of a stylist. In her emails Veronica said I'd be working for a singer. Which means ill be needed more often and when they go on tours and to awards ill be tagging along. So yeah I'm taking more steps towards my own goals in life not Erica's.

The next morning: 8:30am

I had just pulled up to what I thought to be the wrong address. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. When I turned the corner though, I knew I had the right place. There was everything from Lambo's to Bentleys. I got out of my 2015 Audi, feeling like it wasn't worthy to be parked beside all of them.

I knocked on the big door. Nobody answered, so I just walked in. It was a lot of commotion and people running around. Some guy finally stopped and asked me what I needed.

"I'm the new stylist, Veronica sent me" I was hoping he knew Veronica and who I was suppose to meet.

"Okay, yeah... you need to be in back. See those doors over there" I shook my head yeah, looking towards the doors. "Go through them and they'll tell you where you need to be"

"Okay, Thanks" he had already started back walking. I went through the doors and into what seem to be the dressing rooms. I saw a lady looking through her make up case, she must be the make up artist.

"Excuse me, I'm the new stylist, Veronica sent me. I'm looking for my client" she turned around and finally paid me some attention.

"He's in the back dressing room and he is pissed early this morning. Something about them sending over the wrong cars or something. So good luck" she said turning around to continue with her makeup.

I followed her instructions and came to another room, that read August Alsina. So that's who the artist is. I had heard of him and his music but never seen him. I knocked on the door. After a few moments, I heard the most beautiful southern accent ever say come in. I walked in to see four guys, one standing as if he was the bodyguard and two sitting and one pacing the floor but stopped when he noticed me.

"Hi, I'm Cyntana and I'm looking for Mr. Alsina" they all looked at me like I was crazy probaly because I didn't know which one was Mr. Alsina. DAMN.... I knew there was something I needed to ask Veronica before we hung up. Then I couldve googled him.