Chapter two: Wednesday, April 13th , 6:55am

Malia ran through the halls of the futmental hotel lobby. Not only was she late but she hadn't had any coffee this morning and her hair refused to cooperate. She continued running bumping into a hard chest causing her to stumble back and drop her briefcase.

"Im so sorry" She said as the man held her sturdy. They locked eyes and immediately she recognized him.

"Shit , i'm so sorry" She said covering her mouth realizing her raunchy language. He shook his head and backed up taking the short women in as she did the same. He was way taller than she'd originally thought and way scarier looking in person.

"You must be Ms.Montego , your late" He said extending his hand to Malia as she straightened her skirt while grabbing her briefcase off the floor.

"And you must be Mr.Ivory , you are way bigger in person" She was on the brink of self destruction. Why the hell would i say that to him, she thought to herself. She shook his hand hastily, his steele expression unreadable as they entered the conference room of the hotel.

"I only have about 25 minutes before i have to attend a important meeting, we'd have more time but you where late" He glared at her as they both took a seat. She tucked one of her long red lushes curls behind her ear as an feeling of unease washed over her. She took her phone out her pocket ,pulling up the document she had written the questions on.

"I'm truly sorry again Mr.Ivory, before we begin i'll forward you the list of questions"

"So how old are you" She watched him intently as he rolled his eyes. Seemingly bored with the question.

"Im 35 years old Ms.Montego" She quickly typed that down in her notes before continuing.

"Okay, It says here , you hold a large sway over wall street but investing is the tip of the iceberg in your business ventures, can you tell me a little more about what you do"

"Well aside from investing , i own a multimillion dollar hotel chain as well as multiple cargo shipping companies and bontiques. However futmental corp is currently expanding into communications technologies, ecologically efficient manufacturing and farming as well as publishing and journalism" He says somewhat passionately. In fact it was the most energetic he had sounded so far. Malia decided to ask one of Sarah's questions next wanting to change it up a little.

"Online , as you may know not much knowledge about your personal life is shared.In fact there is only one photo of you available on the entire google search engine, however your a handsome hot shot with more money than any sane person knows what to do with so my question to you is, have you not been spotted with many women because your gay" She automatically covered her mouth. She had just detonated the already ticking bomb and to make matters worse that was followed that by a pile of word vomit.

"Im so sorry Mr.Ivory , i had a friend help me compose this list of questions and" Harlen cut her off before she could continue.

"No Ms.Montego i'm not gay" His face was as hard as ever, however Malia felt as though the universe was on her side when a knock came from the door and a dark skin women about average height announced herself as his assistant.

"Your 7:25 is here" She said smiling over to him before exiting. Malia was in such a rush when she had walked in she didn't even realize he had an assistant with him. Malia rubbed her temples and sighed as she realized she'd only have up until saturday to film , and sit down with him. To add fuel to the already scorching fire they had only made it through 3 of the 30 questions and of course Sarah had to be a knucklehead and put something vulgar in her list of questions. She sighed collecting her things before he spoke.

"You said earlier you weren't able to find any photos of me on google. I'm well immersed in the search engine business. Anything you can't find is on purpose however to help make this interview process haustier im willing to meet you back here at around 8:15pm so we can get dinner and i can provide you with original photos for your article"This caught Malia off guard. Up until this point this interview had been shit and she was 100 percent sure he was gonna contact sawyer and tell him he needs a more professional interviewer.

"That would be wonderful Mr.Ivory , you don't know how much of a help that would be" She said as she packed her things up , mentally letting out a sigh of relief.

April 13th Wednesday, 7:50 pm

Malia starred in her full length mirror and fixed up the last touches of her outfit. Her brown skin glowed from the dewy makeup look she'd chosen as her red curls flowed down her back. She was wearing a brown pant suit with a clear stiletto. She jumped when her phone buzzed. She opened the text , the number unknown to her. "Ryder flint will be arriving shortly to escort you -Harlen Ivory" Malia said reading the text out loud. She scratched her head. One how did he get her personal number and two when had they decided she'd be getting escorted to the hotel. She took the train to meet him earlier, but nonetheless she was grateful she didn't have to stand on the train in these blistering uncomfortable knock off louboutins.

"You must be Malia Montego" A man she was assuming was ryder flint said greatting her as she exited her building.

"And you must be Ryder" She said as he opened the doors to the rolls royce limo. Malia was in shock as she entered. The lights from the ceiling glimmered almost as beautiful as the night stars. She had never been in ,let alone seen something so expensive. The interior was a velvet plush , she didnt even wanna sit down , scared she'd mess up the seats or something.

"A beauty isn't it" Ryder said as the front privacy screen lowered, causing him to glance at the soft faced women through the rearview mirror. Malia giggled nodding her head yes as she gently ran her hand over the plush seats.

"This has to be the most beautiful car i've ever seen" She glanced over the view again, one day she'll be making enough to afford something so luxurious and the prospect of that excited her.

"She a custom beauty, made just for Harlen" The rest of the ride is rode in a comfortable silence as she stared in awe at the scenery. She was rarely in Manhattan in the night time but she always had a serious appreciation for the glimmering lights and landscaping.