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CHAPTER 2

Detroit is one cold city. I get used to cold easily and I’m a New Yorker but this city is different. The cold is intense , the streets are empty. Even the downtown Detroit is nothing like Manhattan. Surprisely, Shelly booked a room for me at MGM Grand Detroit for 3 months. Afterwards we will going to see what is gonna happen.

After having the most magnificent bath ever, my room door knocked. I didn’t expect to see anyone tho. Honestly, nobody knows where I am or what I am doing. Even my parents, i just told them on a regular basis, I needed to move Detroit for a couple of months for work, but that is it.

“Hi” I said. It was quite a momentous shocked for me to see Paul Rosenberg in front of me.

“Bad timing?” He asked while I was still standing on my room s door.

“Ihmm..”

“Are you planning on let me in or not? We have things to talk about.” He asked while I was letting him in starstruck. Yes, I met famous people before in random places, but none of them showed up in front of my hotel door before.

“So, I think he will likes you even though you are not his type of woman completely, I think we will be fine.” He said while ogling me.

“Am I missing something here?” I asked dumbfounded. How come Shelly didn’t mention me that Paul Rosenberg out of all people knows our little secret.

“Alexia, right?” He rolled his eyes, and I nodded. “ So your boss didn’t exactly tell you the whole story, ha?” He catches a momentous break, and I was almost having a panic attack. “ The benefits of this job are for the both sides.” He stopped.

“Is it?” I questioned without looking. Thanks to Shelly for embarrassing me in front of one of the biggest managers in the rap world of all time. Now I’m feeling like a complete prostitude, and my journalism degree is just the bonus for that.

“Yes, you are going to write the every little detail about his personal life and people are gonna like it.”

“Does he knows?” I asked, nervously.

“No he doesn’t. And he never be unless you are planning on telling him eventually.” He said, regardlessly.

“I don’t even know him. Why would I wanna tell him?” Now this guy starts to touch my nerves like my boss. I don’t like to be control by others. I’m my own body and well, that's my weakness.

“You can’t falling into love with him.” He said giving me a stern look.

“I don’t plan to.” I answered.

“Good. Be professional.” He warned.

“Well Mr. Rosenberg, I’m a professional. A professional JOURNALIST. Trust me I have better ideas in my mind instead of trying to play someones heart whom obviously hurted before and write about it without thinking anything but myself. But as you can see, job comes first so if you are excused me it has been such a long day, and I’m tired.” I said.Ok, may be a little louder than normally I am. But in this case, everything is normal for me even yelling to my head or Paul Rosenberg.