Learn The Game

TATUM

I pulled my bag that I carried on my back off. I grabbed out a laptop, searching for interesting place's around in the country. But then I heard a soft bell, I looked on the top right corner I had gotten a email from Jerry.  

"Ms. Cadwell, I'm sure that your in Italy by now. Through I had heard gossip from the other VIPs that a billionaire playboy is your boyfriend? I usually don't believe in this silly gossip, but for this I can't say I don't believe it. Through I'm quite positive that the whole situation was a misconception. Once you get my email, reply back immediately."

Of course why do these kind of people have to open there mouths when they don't even know the whole story. They just tell what they see not what they know. And it wasn't my fault that the no good billionaire playboy was following me, and looking at me every few seconds.

"Mr. Williams, I am terribly sorry for you having second thoughts about me. The whole thing really was a misconception. I hope you understand thank you." 

If I lose this opportunity because of bumping into someone that I didn't know was a playboy than I don't know what I'll do with my life. From now on I wish I don't have to meet that guy ever again. I mean what are the chances of meeting that guy again.

I closed my laptop after sending my email to Jerry, I started to work on organizing my clothing and other items.  Until I got a knock on the door, which was a few feet away from me.  I looked at the door not moving until I here a voice, but no one spoke. Instead its just another knock on the door, but this knock seemed a bit impatient.

"I'm coming, hold on." I got up, but my left leg was prickling. Having an effect of pins and needles poking me, letting me know that my leg is asleep. Which made me walk slower towards the door, But I was able to crack the door open.

"Oh Ms. Tatum I didn't know that you were the talented photographer that Mr. Williams has been talking about all over the internet."

"Why are you here?" My eyes grew with boredom and I was sure that Clay could tell.

"Well we had to have a meeting with a manger here in Italy, then told us to come to this hotel. And well sense ... that manger thought that we should work together. So what do you say?" Clays eyes became anxious, and I could tell that he was fidgeting with his hands.

"I can't answer, simply because I have to ask my boss first. Through I think I would be fine working with you." I gave a welcoming smile.

"Let me know what your boss says, and thank you." He turned and walked down the hall.

I closed the door, and walked back to organizing my clothing. Through I don't know how long I'm staying in Italy. After an hour to an hour in a half I had finished setting up my closet. I pulled out my laptop and had sent an email to Jerry.

"Mr.Williams, a man named Mr. Clayton had asked me if I had wanted to work with them. Through I had said that I must speak with you first. He had said that one of the mangers here in Italy had told him that it would be a great Idea to work with me."

Then I had closed the screen top, and set it on the table stand. I felt that I should get a quick tour around the area. But I had herd a bell ring which was my notification which is probably Jerry replying back. So I checked it out, and it was Jerry.

"Mr. Clayton is the manger for that billionaire playboy, so no I can't let you get mixed up with them. I'm sorry but you are starting a career and I want to guide you down the right road." 

I didn't know Clayton was the manger for that playboy. I had thought that they were just friends or some sort, but no they work together. That was probably why he was nervous, because he knew that I have no intentions of seeing that playboy again. 

"Mr. Williams, thank you for saying that. I'll try my best to stay away from them, and I'll make sure I think before my actions. Thank you." 

After pressing send, I sent the laptop back on the side table. I didn't want to stay in my room forever. Because I'm traveling and traveling is exploring.  I walked out of the room, down the hall towards the elevator.  As I pressed the first floor to leave the building, someone had sipped through the metal doors in the elevator. 

"What floor?" I was ready to press any of the floor buttons for him.

"First." His deep voice was calming and kind.

I relaxed backwards because I don't have to press the first floor twice. I stood there minding my own business not even bothering to look or speak to the young man in the elevator.  Until the young man cleared his throat ready to speak. 

So I turned because I didn't want to be rude, but I should have ignored him. Simply because he is a disaster. 

I kept saying over, and over in my head. "Why?!... Is the world trying to ruin me?"