II. I hired someone

Here I am without you holding back that stink in my chest and eyes from ruining my night.

That painful groining in my belly, crying that you should come back tonight.

I’ve been missing you. I want to be in your arms. Holding me tight and squeezing me to fall asleep

…

Why can’t you see? See that I need you. I need you by me, with me, for me and not against me.

Why are you this blind? Blind not to see, that I need you by me, for me and not against me.

…

I thought I’d never let a man hurt me but you made me feel weak, helpless and broken. You shattered all my soul.

And now I’m left hopeless, not knowing when you’d return to heal the wounds you left open.

I hoped this feeling was not love. So, that I can easily get out of it and move on. But it hurts to know you’re not here to tease me like you always did.

Why can’t you see? See that I need you. I need you by me, with me, for me and not against me.

Why are you this blind? Blind not to see, that I need you by me, for me and not against me.

…

I hoped this feeling was not love. So, that I can easily get out of it and move on. But it hurts to know you’re not here to tease me like you alwas3b ys did.

Why can’t you see? See that I need you. I need you by me, with me, for me and not against me.

Why are you this blind? Blind not to see, that I need you. I need you. I need you

…

It’s hard to get you out of my mind. I would admit, I never minded. But now I do. It’s crazy because I still have bruises of you.

A sound of applauds fills the compact room as Myla played on the last key of the piano. She turns her body around to see her manager standing at the door with a huge smile over her tinted lips.

“Tell me. Is this about him?”

Myla blinks her eyes a number of times then takes her body off at the piano. She picks up her phone and strolls a few feet towards Ms. Grayson.

“Yeah?”

“It’s the most emotional song of the year. You should release it”

Myla sighs “Never”

“Your pretty stubborn”

“I know. Tell me something I don’t”

Her manager snatches her phone “Gimme that”

“Wait what do you want to do?” her brows are pleated.

“Relax. I just want to—” Ms. Grayson appeals taping against Myla's phone screen.

“Done!”

Myla watches her manager unbelievably before cursing.

“What the F did you do?”

Ms. Grayson shows her the screen. “It was as simple as this. Your followers will be dead after listening to this track. Then you sell it out”

Myla is still floating in her thought. This song was something personal. And though she knows she hasn't released anything since her departure from her previous state, she won't think in a hundred years to give out this song. Firstly, because it's from the deepest part of her soul and secondly because she is very notioned of what this music talks about and who it's for.

“Why will you do this just like that? At least . . . give me the right to my property”

Ms. Grayson rolls her eyes. “This is still your property. Just learn to share your emotions. For that's where music starts. So, common your lunch is waiting for you.”

Myla scratches her head a little. She's not hungry. She has a hard time gaining appetite.

“No, no. Don't make that face with me. You've been lingering your voice and I'm sure all energy is gone. You need to refill that”

“I need to do laundry now you know. I should stress out a little longer. When I'm done with that, I'd eat”

Her manager sighs a heavy breath. “What can I do with you? Since when do you do your laundry?”

Myla scoffs. “Common. It's not as if I do it always. It's just a few clothes and I'd be through”

“This right here is clearly an excuse for you not to have lunch. Just look at how messy you've been just because of that man . . . Jamal, who's probably not thinking of you right now. I told you to be strong. You're a star and should look like one. You have a project coming soon and I'm sure you've lost a lot of weight”

“I'm trying to but it's not as easy as that. It's almost like I was betrayed. I lost my friend because of his Ex fiance. And the best he could do was scold me. All these happened within a week and was very unbearable for me to handle. I've never felt so disappointed in my whole life. It still hurts like the wounds are opening every day. That's why I can't forget about him.”

“I can't understand why people can be so naive. Like, how come no one investigated it or get back at her?”

“That's because she has all proves so far. She used my friend against me. Took advantage of her health to silence her for good”

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“But I'm not gonna seat back and do nothing about this. I must fight back and gain justice for her dead. Because as long as that woman is free, many more lives are at risk”

Ms. Grayson exhales “You know that's not going to be easy for you. Your reputation matters more now. Just forget about it.”

Myla shakes her head abruptly “No, I disagree. I can't forget about my friend's assassin. I can forget about every other thing that has happened in my life but not . . . that!”

Myla has never felt hurt by anything the way she is this moment. All the accuses people are giving to her about Eliz's dead has gone her obsessed.

She's not 100% sure that Latif was her murderer but she knows that she has something to do with it. All the memories of Eliz trying to talk to her on her dying bed keeps displaying in her thoughts.

How can she just throw that away when she knows she can do something about it?

Ms. Grayson narrows her eyes towards the angry young lady “Is there something . . . you're not telling me?”

Impulsively, Myla looks away. She carried out a private investigation on that dark angel, Latif.

She couldn't tell Ms. Grayson because she knew she'd be against it.

“Well, I-I hired someone to spy on Latif”

There is nothing more frustrating than being a manager who has been in the dark of what your celebrity has done.

Ms. Grayson rakes her hair. “Why will you do such without telling me?”

“I knew you'd not agree to it. I'm sorry” She apologizes at once, hoping it dies down this conversation. For there's nothing that'd make her change her mind.

“Your sorry? Like how many more times will I hear this from you. Listen, Myla I am your manager. If anything happens I am responsible. You need to trust me.”

“I know. I know I need to but it's not easy for me to. Everything in my life is turning into my worse nightmares. Even the people I knew I could lay a little confidence in failed me profoundly. I'm like bones without flesh. You need to understand that.”

“How far have you gone with this investigation? Has the culprit been traced?”

“We're almost there. It's funny that this person paid Eliz's hospital bills and killed her upon that. Nevertheless, one thing is for sure. Latif is the only one on which all this bazaar lands”

“It is very obvious that she's the only one who'd be against you and behind everything but the prob now is . . . do you have proves telling she set you up?”

“Yes. She's the only one who had access to Jamal's house and the only one who could manipulation his computer.”

“Maybe someone else had access. Who knows? His mom?”

“Well, yeah . . . you're right but his mom will never choose to play with her son's company. That's immature for her to do. I personally think she's not a bad person. She just cares for her son a lot and . . . will do anything to protect him”

“Anything you say?” Ms. Grayson asks

“Yeah? Anything apart from something that'd hurt her son's feelings”

To be continued...