My Own Fame (Sequel to 'The Trap')

Dylan's POV Chapter 1

So today I wrote Dad a note for him to look up 104.9's website just so when the timing is right, I can just give it to him. I didn't want to overplay my hand so I didn't provide a reason why he needed to look up the website. And I decided to type up the note because my father knows my handwriting. 

As I write this, the note is laying right in front of me and I don't know what to do with it. On one hand, I'm invading Holly's privacy and her private life so I should shred the note and wait for her to get her shit together to tell our parents when she's good and ready. But on the other hand, as Holly's older brother, I want to do anything and everything in my power to protect her. I'm certain that my parents won't interfere with Holly's wishes. 

A few years back, I expressed to my parents how I wanted to work with Dad at his record company. Mom accepted it and told me to reach for the stars and Dad took me under his wing and showed me all the ropes. I didn't get anything on a silver platter. I had to work hard for everything I have and I think it's made me a better man because of it. 

So at the end of the day, I just want to help my sister because I've been her situation before. Now that my mind had been made up, I folded the paper, placed it in an envelope and wrote Dad's name on the front. Then I had my assistant deliver it to the mail room. 

It's been a few hours since I've sent off the note. All I could do was sit back and wait for Dad to call, email or barge in here at any moment. How could I work now? I just hope I didn't sign my name to it. No, I didn't because Dad would've been in here by now. 

The day dragged on and on. But right before quitting time, there was a knock on my door.  

"Who is it?"

"It's your father. May I come in, son?"

"Sure."

If I declined, he would've known that I was hiding something from him. Dad then opened the door and walked over to my desk.

"Dad, the door's still open."

But before he could move, my assistant closed it shut. I expressed gratitude, but I'm not sure if she heard me. As I looked at Dad again, he had an confused look plastered on his face.

"What's up, Dad?"

"Well earlier today I received this note," he said pulling out the folded piece of paper and showing my note to me.

"What did it say?" I asked, playing dumb.

"It told me to look up a local radio station's website. So I did and guess who I saw."

"Um I don't know, who?"

"Holly." 

"Holly as in?"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yeah I was shocked too. I was just listening to the end of her show. I was about to call in when she signed off."

"So what's your game plan, Dad?"

"Game plan?"

"Yeah it's an American phrase. So um what are you planning on doing about this?"

"Um I don't know. What do you think I should do?"

"Let her come to you."

"What if she doesn't?"

"Then she doesn't."

"Unless..."

"Dad, you know how she feels about you meddling in her business."

"I know, but she lied to me. That's grounds for meddling."

I sighed heavily. "Okay, but don't get caught."