Rising Fame

Jcole was in the lobby calmly walking, the chicken meat and bone were already cleanly devoured.. he just noticed a side effect to the gene enhancement, "I think it's time to introduce the Master Chef Humanoid Bot" eating heavily many times a day might be J Cole's new flex now.

Knock, knock.

He gently rapped on Miss Rose's bedroom door. "The door's open," she replied.

Jcole straightened his clothes and entered her room, greeted by a sight that was nothing short of heavenly. The room was a feminine oasis, a stark contrast to Miss Rose's aloof and cold office demeanor. Pink walls adorned with small teddy bears and a giant one sitting by her bed set the scene. But what truly caught his eye was Miss Rose herself. Jcole couldn't fathom why she hadn't been swept away by a suitor long ago. "She's a real-life succubus," he thought to himself, momentarily lost in admiration.

His reverie was abruptly interrupted by her words. "Well, don't just stand there; greet your guest," Miss Rose said.

Jcole blinked in confusion and noticed another individual sitting apart from the bed. How is that possible?? Jcole couldn't believe his eyes.. "Are my eyes deceiving me? '' Jcole mumbled.

"No, they are not deceiving you, Johnathan Cole," Mrs. Otu chimed in.

"Then how? You never walked past me... I'm certain of it," Jcole declared.

Miss Rose, struggling to stifle her laughter, squeezed out a few words while attempting not to burst into gales of mirth. "There's something called elevators." She knew that one thing Jcole could never resist was a good meal.

She watched as Mrs Otu stood up with her wooden spatula and took gentle but intimidating steps towards J Cole.

Jcole steadily moved backwards, but unfortunately he met the wall in the process..

Miss Rose couldn't hold back her laughter again the moment Jcole replied with "i can explain"

.....

30 minutes later, Jcole found himself sitting alone in the dimly lit room, a heavy silence hanging in the air like a shroud after a series of promises and vows made.

"I hope the chicken was worth it... Haha," Miss Rose's laughter filled the room, a bitter irony underlying her jovial tone.

Jcole couldn't help but force a smile, his eyes reflecting the conflicting emotions within. "Yeah, it was," he replied, his voice tinged with a hint of melancholy, "but I know your lips taste better."

Miss Rose's joyous laughter was suddenly interrupted by a sudden cough, the sound echoing like a disapproving specter. "Perv!" she countered, though there was a glint of amusement in her eyes.

She regained her composure and cleared her throat. "Well, time for our serious talk."

Jcole shifted uncomfortably in his chair, bracing himself for what was to come. Miss Rose leaned forward, her expression now inscrutable. "I just want you to know that your music is out, and it's currently making waves online. I don't know if you're aware of the rising fame and accolades showered on you, but it's truly remarkable for a newbie."

Jcole's heart raced as he absorbed the news. His mind raced with thoughts of newfound recognition and what lay ahead. He couldn't help but reminisce about his past, amid the silent struggles and hustles he had never for once contemplate on being a star in the music category. "But look at me now, with an ever-increasing number of followers and fans".. a charming smile subtly stretched his face.

Miss Rose continued, her words sinking in slowly. "So, congratulations to you. I just want you to know that all the decisions I made were for your own good. If you don't like the stage name, you can always change it in the future."

Jcole was marveled at how indifferent her expression was while confessing her deals. Assuming his system isn't displaying the current trend and somehow helping in advertising, Jcole would not be in the know. The weight of his choices, both personal and professional, bore down on him.

He cleared his throat, his voice tinged with a sense of humility and respect. "I know there's another 'J Cole' out there making massive waves, and I respect him. Using the same stage name wouldn't sit well when I eventually go international. So, thank you."

Miss Rose heaved a sigh of relief, her shoulders relaxing, and a bright smile overthrew her indifferent face, revealing her genuine pleasure in Jcole's reasonable reply. The last thing she wanted was a lawsuit against the label, and she knew Jcole had the full right to his stage name and decisions.

"Thank you," Miss Rose replied, a sense of satisfaction filling her voice. The future seemed more hopeful, but the paths ahead were still veiled in uncertainty, leaving both of them pondering the evolving journey of Jcole's rising music career.

The room had been gripped by a heavy silence, the air charged with seriousness. But then, like a ray of sunshine breaking through stormy clouds, Miss Rose's lips curled into a soft smile, shattering the solemnity in an instant. For Jcole, it was a recurring disturbance he couldn't quite comprehend. "How can a simple smile affect me so damn much?" he wondered, frustration knotting his brow.

Was it his unusual libido that raged like a tempest within him? Or perhaps it was the memory of her in that short bathing robe, her glittering thighs teasingly exposed. The shared kiss they had exchanged in the office still lingered in his mind, a puzzle with too many missing pieces. The questions were a labyrinth, and answers seemed elusive.

It should be noted that Mrs Otu had already left the room after dishing out her rules and punishments.

The adage about a woman's instincts being on point couldn't have been truer, as Miss Rose sensed Jcole's heated gaze upon her. Her initial, happy smile transformed into something far more mischievous, and she rose from her chair slowly with calculated sensuality, her deep cleavage coming into view. "I feel like it's getting hot in here," she purred, toying with the edges of her robe.

Jcole's heartbeat quickened erratically, a wild symphony in his chest. In his mind, he envisioned Miss Rose disrobing, each inch of fabric surrendering to her allure. The anticipation was almost unbearable, threatening to trigger a seizure of desire or heartache.

She turned around and pulled her robe to her shoulder level while consciously taking her time on the act, everything felt like a mirage to Jcole, a scene too good to be true..

Amidst this maelstrom of emotions, a single thought flickered like a distant star, "Why is she heading for the bathroom?" He watched, spellbound, until...

Bam!!, the door to the bathroom slammed shut and locked from the inside. A heavy silence descended upon the room.