Everly Jordan
I looked at myself in the mirror, looking like a mess. I pulled my long, light ash-brown hair into a messy bun. I washed my face and brushed my teeth.
Yesterday was a very rough day.
I can't sleep because of the note left in my waiting room yesterday. Someone was stalking me, and they wanted me dead. I was up all night and slept around five in the morning.
"Everly." My manager, Natty, short for Natasha, called me. She walked into the bathroom and sighed before showing me her iPad screen.
It's another piece of news about Richard and me. We met yesterday for Tamara's birthday, and people can't stop shipping us after we used him as the actor in my music video. I closed my eyes and nodded.
"Did they find who entered my waiting room?" I asked Natty as I dried my face with a clean towel.
"No. I've talked to Albert, and he's looking for someone to help with the case. The police handled this so slowly because they think it's just a crazy fan wanting to get your attention." I walked out of the bathroom, and Natty followed me.
"It's been going on for a year, Nat. I've been getting death threats. I don't understand why they're not taking this seriously."
"Albert is currently looking for someone for it. He's trying to find one of the best companies for it."
"I don't need more bodyguards, and I have tons of them already. I need someone to find my stalker and put them in jail!" I hissed as I grabbed my phone to call Albert myself.
"We will. I promise. For now, you need to focus on your tour. The opening night is in two days." I put my phone down and looked up at the ceiling.
"The rehearsal will start in 2 hours. Dereck will pick you up." With that, Natty left. I went down to have breakfast that Oakley already prepared for me.
"Donuts for you." Oakley pushed six glazed donuts in front of me. I smiled, thanking him.
"You're the best, O." I ate my breakfast and ended it with one donut because there's nothing that can lift your mood than eating a donut after every meal.
I sighed long, hoping Albert would find someone to find my stalker soon.
Mason Calland
"Sir, we have Mr.Quanto waiting for you." I had just got into our office in downtown Seattle when Leroy notified me that Albert had come.
Albert was one of my parent's family friends. I've known him for more than two decades. He's nice, but also fucking dumb sometimes.
I gave Leroy a nod to bring Albert into the room. I sat on my chair, opening my computer to check my email. Albert walked in with Leroy, and I got up.
"Hi, Mason. How are you?" He asked with a big smile on his face. He brought a black file with him, which caused me to question his presence. He put his hand out, and I shook it.
Albert and I were both from two different sides of the business. He's into the entertainment industry when I'm not. The last time I checked, he owned a record label.
"I'm good. How about you?"