[3rd Person’s POV]
Katalina stared at the termination contract in her email. Her supervisor implied to fire her because her output as a writer isn’t clicking anymore.
You told me writing was your passion. How come you keep on creating trash after trash?!
Those were the words that echoed inside her head. A single tear fell from her eyes. No one understood her hardship. Or even appreciate her effort.
She sighed and looked around. Katalina felt useless. Her forté long ago doesn’t align with journalism. But still, in the same field of writing information.
Her coworkers were so busy creating exposé, articles after articles, and here she was, as her editor would say, concocting rubbish and futile articles.
Katalina dragged her feet to the restroom. She locked herself to one of the cubicles. Latching her palms to her mouth, she cried without any sound. Her shoulders shuddered and her knees were shaking.
Everyone has their own different level of sensitivity. But this one shook her to the core. Writing was her passion—her life. Under a lot of pressure, stress and exhaustion, Katalina was suffering a mental breakdown.
Her eyes would have been like a panda's if she wore eyeliner and mascara. Luckily, she didn’t.
She wiped her tears. With her head down low, Katalina went back to her space. Biting her lower lip to avert the sadness and disappointment she felt.
Katalina snapped from her thoughts. A hand patted her shoulder. With a weary smile, she greeted her editor. “G’morning, Sir,” she closed her laptop.
Jerry, her new editor sat next to her. He heaved a sigh. “How long have you been writing again?” he fixed his reading eyeglasses.
She was like a nervous rabbit, looking at him with red eyes. “Five years, Sir—well, it should be fifteen, but I got suspended for ten years,” she joked about her tragic career crisis.
Jerry scratched his temples. “A small price for your life and your brain.”
A forced smile was her response.
“I came to tell you that you are not leaving this company… yet” he informed.
Katalina gasped in disbelief. “R-Really, Sir?”
“Yes. And I have a crucial job for you. This will determine if you’re worthy to stay,” Jerry looked her in the eyes.
She fell silent.
Jerry leaned closer to her. “You’re lucky I convinced our supervisor not to kick you out of this company,” he said.
Tears welled in her eyes, lips quivering in emotion.
“I read your previous work, Katalina. It was fascinating… but,” he sighed. “This is your now. I know you’re doing your best, but I’m sorry. It’s not enough,” Jerry shrugged his shoulders.
Katalina watched her editor handing him a white envelope. She was about to take it. But Jerry took it back.
“This is your first exposé. Do you think you can do it?” doubt is audible in his tone.
Katalina swallowed a lump in her throat. Even her, she’s doubting her own capability as a writer.
“If you’re thinking twice then I’m wasting my time here—”
“I’ll do it!” she answered in desperation. Katalina grabbed the envelope from her editor’s hand. Her heart pounded fast. “I-I can do it,” she said carefully.
Little did she know that the destruction of herself and her career will begin, the moment she accepted the exposé.
Meanwhile…
Hunter clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Again?”
The driver anticipated his boss’ reaction. He nodded. “These reporters won’t stop making headlines about you, Sir.”
He felt honored and pissed at the same time too. Hunter chuckled. “What else would they want from me? There are celebrities who deserve much attention. And I don’t want to have one.”
The driver honked the car. His boss was fifteen minutes late for work. The gate of his mansion was swamped with reporters, journalists and admirers.
“I hate them for stalking me,” Hunter said truthfully. He couldn’t move freely even on his own premises. Cameras, flashes, and reporters are everywhere. Either public or private.
He believed that he was cursed. And wanted to get rid of the attention he gets and being famous. “I want my normal life back,” he shook his head. Shuts his eyes and hoped that the reports and press would disappear.
The driver noticed how tedious his boss was because of the daily struggle. The people surrounding Hunter’s car outnumbered his bodyguards.
Hunter scratched the back of his head. And opened the car’s door. He descended. The crowd goes wild. He was almost blinded because of the camera flash. And his eardrums almost burst in the unison of voices asking him endless questions.
“Please!” he raised his tone. The people went quiet. He inhaled deeply. “Guys, I respect your job. And you should respect mine also.”
“I’m fifteen— wait,” he looked at his watch. “Eighteen minutes late in my office. And I have pending meetings and contracts to read and sign. Please, give me some privacy even just for a bit.”
Hunter felt that his speech was effective. His bodyguards pushed most of the reporters away from Hunter’s car.
The reporters and all branches of media looked at each other. Hunter’s speech was futile for them. They resumed bombarding him with questions.
He cursed inside his head and went back to his car. If it wasn’t for his bodyguards acting fast, Hunter wouldn’t be able to arrive at his workplace.
“They are drawn into you, boss,” the driver broke the silence.
Hunter scratched his forehead. “They’re annoying,” they both chuckled. “I gave press releases here and there but they all interfere with my private life. Even created a fake article linking me to different celebrities and heiresses. Like how did they know? I mean, you all know that after work, I went straight home.”
The driver nodded his head. “Fake news, Sir. Fake news.”
“Exactly. They should stop fabricating awful stories,” Hunter said. He doesn’t want to destroy his image in public.
He controls himself from exploding in front of the cameras and the paparazzi.
It won’t just ruin his reputation but also the image of his companies.
His career just started booming.
[3rd Person’s POV]She nibbled her lower lip. Confused as she opened the folder. Her lips parted open as she saw a handsome picture of a man. The man that has been the talk of the town before she arrived.“By the looks on your face, I assumed you heard of him?” Jerry asked her.Katalina tilted her head. “Who wouldn’t know him?” she caressed Hunter’s face on the photo.Jerry agreed. “Exactly,” he watched her reading the articles attached to the folder.A line was etched on Katalina’s forehead. She continued to read the exposé about Hunter. “He’s too perfect. These articles are top-notched,” she looked at her editor. “You know I can’t top these, right? These are all different praises for Hunter.”“I know, I was the one who gave you that.”“Then what should I do?”Jerry could see the eagerness in Katalina’s eyes. He knew too well how the lady wanted to reclaim back her glory. “Find dirt on him.”Katalina was taken aback. Her brows furrowed. “Excuse me?”There was a moment of silence.Jer
[3rd Person’s POV]“Jesus Christ!’ she exclaimed, staring at her reflection in the mirror.Katalina turned on the faucet of the lavatory. She washed her face and stare for the second time in the mirror. “I should definitely sleep,” she commented.The dark bags underneath her eyes are visible, her chapped lips are accentuated, and stress is painted all over her face. She walks out of the bathroom. And headed back to her mini workspace.She sat in front of her laptop once again.“Mafia boss, horny billionaire, leader of a syndicate….” Katalina sighed. This could be the exposé she needed. But netizens are smarter nowadays.She massaged her temples. “Still no proof. But at least, I have a list of his possible motives,” she sounded like a detective, chasing the most wanted criminal.Katalina laid back and inhaled deeply. She’s tired and wishes to sleep. But the caffeine still runs through her veins.After dinner with the waiter last night, she did not stop digging for more information abou
[3rd Person’s POV]Friday came.Two hours before the charity gala, Katalina was ready.She’s walking back in forth, practising her speech in front of the mirror. “Hi! I’m Katalina! A real estate agent. Nice to meet you!” she projected the most alluring smile.Katalina was satisfied with her speech. But something tells her that it wasn’t enough. “Argh!” she groaned in exhaustion.Her room was a mess. The papers are still on the floor. Scattered.She lacks time of sorting things. Katalina was busy embodying what she should have. A fake real estate agent.She even went to an acting workshop to make her skills more authentic. Sighing as she stood in front of the whole body mirror.The red velvet body con dress accentuates her innate curves and medium-sized bust. Her fair skin contrasted the dress perfectly.She sighed. “Finally! I met the crowd’s favorite! Hi, Mister Collins.”Katalina laughed and shook her head. “I won’t mess up. You got this right, Katalina,” she reminded herself. “You’
[3rd Person’s POV]“Geez! Where is he!?” she asked frantically. In a blink of an eye, she lost Hunter in her sight.The waiter just chuckled, thinking that Katalina was just one of the ladies who was into his boss. He left her.Katalina looked around with an eyes as sharp as an eagle. She couldn’t lose Hunter.She sauntered through the crowded place. Hoping that Hunter was there, mingling with the crowd. But she failed.The auction began. “For $90,000 as a starting bid,” the emcee announced. His apprentice removed the cover of the painting.The people gasped.Katalina was curious. She looked at the painting and was stunned as well.“A half-naked painting of Mister Collins and—”“$300,000!” a woman with white hair bid.The emcee chuckled. “Wow. We have a first bidder. Any taker? Do I hear $400,000?”“$1,000,000!”The bidding goes higher and higher. Katalina glanced once more at the painting before she left and resumed to hunt the famous billionaire.He’s intelligent. Katalina praised H
[3rd Person’s POV] Hunter eyed her from head to foot. For the nth time, he was convinced with his instinct. “You’re not lost,” he said. Katalina bit her lower lip. Hunter Collin’s voice arouses something inside her. “W-What?” she asked, feigning innocence. The billionaire walked closer to her. Flashing his infamous charming smile that made her cheeks blush. “The whole finding the restroom thing, it was a charade.” She fell silent. Like Hunter’s admirers, Katalina understood why they can’t stop staring at him. He is a work of art. Hunter’s innate handsomeness and oozing sex appeal precede before his name. Katalina scoffed. “Alright,” she raised her hands in the air. “You got me.” “I knew it,” he smirked. She opened her purse and gave him a fake calling card. With her name, contact details and address of her so-called business. “I’m Amanda Bynes. A real estate agent,” she offered her hand. Katalina lied about her identity. The billionaire seemed confused. So, she added a tin
[3rd Person’s POV] The car stopped moving. Katalina snapped from her thoughts. She looked at the driver in the mirror. Their gazes met. “We’re here,” he informed. Katalina nodded. She picked up her handbag and glanced at her. She smiled. “What’s your name?” “Ian.” “Nice to meet you, Ian,” Katalina descended from the car. She waved goodbye at him before entering the company. It was her nature to be kind. Even if her origins were dark, Katalina’s heart was pure. As she entered the building, she was observing the workplace. Katalina can’t say anything negative about it. For a starter in business, he hit the beginner’s luck! Katalina said at the back of her head. She stopped at the front desk. “Excuse me, miss?” she caught the attention of the lady with a pony tail. “Hi! Good morning, miss. Anything I can help with?” she asked with a smile on her face. Katalina read the name template on her uniform. “Cara, right?” “Yes.” “I’m Hunter’s newly hired personal assistant,” Katalina
[3rd Person’s POV] Hunter took a break from his computer. Admiring how diligent his new personal assistant was. A smile crept through his face. Paparazzi's would die just to capture Hunter’s image, smiling genuinely. Katalina felt eyes on her. She searched where it originated. Her gaze met his boss’. She gasped. “W-What?” The handsome billionaire shook his head. “You’re efficient.” “Because I’m getting paid,” she cackled. Hunter bobbed his head. “Hey, Amanda,” he chuckled. “If you’re tired, you can rest.” Katalina closed the folder. She placed it on top of another pile. “I’m nearly finished. What else should I do?” The billionaire expected Katalina to finish it by the end of the day. He was astonished by how quick she was in organizing. “What should we have for lunch?” he picked up his phone and dialled his favorite local restaurant. She lifted her gaze at him. “You want me to buy something?” He shook his head. “I’ll order for us.” She watched Hunter talking over the phone
[3rd Person’s POV] “Shit!” Katalina hurriedly gets inside a cab. She pointed to her boss’ car in front of them. “Please, follow that car.” “I’m on a break,” the driver munched the burger. “Please, h-he’s cheating on me!” she lied. Katalina faked crying. The driver seemed to convince. “That bastard!” he turned on the car’s engine and tailed behind Hunter’s car. “Thank you,” she said carefully which came out as a whisper. She took out her phone. And proceed to videotape the actual scene. Katalina also took pictures. Her heart was in her throat. She believed that this will lead her to the tip of the iceberg. The one that she wishes to discover to tarnish Hunter’s reputation. “I’m sick of those news tabloids,” she said. Katalina thought she said it to herself. The driver glanced at her. “What’s with the tabloid?” Katalina snapped her head. She sniffled. “Those cheating husbands.” Her mind was too quick to come up with some things. Thoughts are flowing inside her head. Determin