Chapter Twenty-Four

"I'm going to get ahold of a publicist right away." Zach's tone made him sound defeated. Guilty, Ziza could only image herself in the same shoes, had their roles been reversed.

"Tell me how we are going to fix this," asked Zain, "this is exactly why we need to know these things, gods!" He sighed.

"I'm sorry Mr. Fareed." Ziza bit her lip. She willed the prickling in her eyes away as she watched him.

"Get back to the studio, let Zach and your new publicist handle this," he let his body fall back into his chair whilst rubbing his temples, " and next time don't let this thing happen or there won't be the next time." Ziza scurried out of the room, her tail tucked between her legs.

The rest of the day went on like that, her mind distracted by the day's earlier events. So much that neither her recording and photo shoot session went as smoothly as usual. By the time it was time to call it in, around sunset, Ziza had decided on how she would spend the next hour.