July 5, 2012 – Tuesday 2pm – Los Angeles, California  
"Man, how'd you think the showing'd be?" Aaron asked his band members. 
They just passed by "Welcome to Los Angeles" sign along Highway 99. Since they parted ways with Tayaw in their opening night in Kentucky, they made their way across 8 states cutting through the middle of America.  
Two months: 8 states: 18 cities: 19 out of 22 sold out venues. The band never expected that in each of the places they performed at, they were warmly welcomed. Never in their life had they expected to be at the level of fame they are enjoying but they had to get used to it.  
A part of getting used to their sold-out venues is the anxiety of their upcoming venues being sold out as well. It is not that they do not want to be informed of the ticket sales of their tour, but their promoters told them it is better not to find out and just prepare to perform at any venue like it is sold out.
Los Angeles especially is a city that the band is both excited and anxious to be at. It is not known for its country music scene and there are plenty of musicians and artists belonging to different genres to satisfy the city population's music needs.  
"I think it'd still be fine. Look, LA has over 2 million people in it. There has to be country fans among the people. Even if the venues won't be sold out, I think there'll be a lot of people." The band's manager said. 
"What he said." Rez said, who unlike the anxious Aaron, looks a lot more relaxed.  
"Ooh! There's finally data signal! Hey Blake, did you promote Isaac's film on our social media?" John suddenly exclaimed. 
"Yeah, I did. Every two or three days. Why are you doing this for him for free though?" Blake, the band's manager asked.  
"We owe him. Big time. We won't be here and you won't be here without him." Bobby replied and did not explain any further. 
"Huh… Well then, it's good that I took it seriously. I sent the venues a copy of the movie posters. California is a movie town after all. Oh, you don't mind if I plug his twitter and Facebook, right?" Blake asked.  
"Yeah. You do that too." John said.  
---
New York City – 11 AM – Pink Apron Headquarters
"Phil! What the fucK?!" A man barged in Phil's office. 
"For fuck's sake, Rahul. Stop yelling and sit your ass down. Who are you scaring?" Phil said to Rahul, Pink Apron's Chief Operations Officer.  
"Phil. I'm alright with Tayaw's posters on our boxes, but why did you include his fucking CD too? Behind my back too?" Rahul said after taking a seat. 
Rahul is currently complaining about the CDs of 'September Ninth' soundtrack that Tayaw had Phil include in the Pink Apron boxes.
"Ughh. Because I know you're a … purist. I know you won't agree. Want to hear why we're doing this?" Phil said. 
"Fine." Rahul said, calming down a bit.  
"You already know that we're not retaining most of our subscribers, right? So, to appreciate and improve loyalty of our subscribers, Tayaw decided to give them a freebie. Not only are those CDs not for sale currently, people can only get them if they're our subscriber." Phil explained.
"Okay. I get it. That all sounds good and all, but how much did that cost us?" Rahul asked. 
"Nothing. The cost of CDs, setting up the promo codes, to the cost of printing his flyers, they've all come from Tayaw's pockets." Phil explained. Rahul calmed down totally at this.
"Hmm. But why is he using our company? Yes, he's majority owner, but why Pink Apron?" Rahul asked confused. 
"Here's the thing. This is a two-way promotion. We promote his film; the film will show our company. He made a scene that specifically shows our pink box being used by the main character. It appears organically too and it's not an obvious advertisement." Phil explained.
"Product Placement!" Rahul said in excitement. 
"Exactly. While we were dreaming of doing it before, Tayaw already is doing it for us." Phil said.
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Jericho, Long Island – 11 AM
"Mm. Finally." Tayaw finally had his Facebook and Twitter accounts as 'T.L.D. Grimmauld' verified.  
T.L.D. Grimmauld's social media accounts have been active for a while now and have been posting quotes from his book along with photos that might relate to the quotes. Tayaw also uploaded some photos of Agew's potteries inspired from Tayaw's books. But because he does not have the coveted blue check mark, his social media accounts do not have the credibility of actually being T.L.D. Grimmauld's.  
Unlike in the future where the verification process is very stringent and requiring at least 500 followers, the verification in 2012 is simpler and having 10 followers is enough. The process for verification also has one step that Tayaw did not want to deal with; the Photo I.D. for identification purposes. So, after failing on circumventing that step, Tayaw resorted to Erik's help.
All Tayaw had to do is have Topaz Publishing's president, Erik Goomal, call Twitter and Facebook's offices in Teungeb to vouch for Tayaw's identity.
  "Now, let's do this." Tayaw said as he started typing with a sh*t eating grin on his face.
---
*CRASHHH!* A woman is currently playing in her basement bowling alley. 
"Nice one Jas. You're getting better at this." Her friend complimented as she prepared for her turn. 
"Double strike, girl. I'm catching up." Jas said.  
*Crash* "Phew. At least I have chance for a spare." The friend said after only knocking 7 pins. 
*Whistle! * Jasmine's phone received a Twitter Notification. 
"Ugh. Another hate post… Hm? Blue mark? T.L.D. Grimmauld…. WHAT THE FU-?!"  Jas exclaimed at her phone. 
"Girl, what's wrong?" The friend asked. 
"Someone just attacked my book!" Jas said.  
"What? You get hate comments all the time?" Jasmine's Friend asked. 
"This is different, Casey! It's that fantasy book author! How dare this.. how dare he.." Jas could not even finish her sentence before she started tapping away at her phone. 
Casey looked at Tayaw's post and was annoyed too. " 'A book for teenage girls'?! WHAT?!"  
|I can't take your comment seriously, coming from you who wrote fairy tales'| … This *sshole." Jas cursed as she sent her reply.  
Jasmine Brown, or Jas to her friends and family, is one of America's most beloved novelists known for her romance novels. Her 350 thousand Twitter followers is an evidence of how famous she is. T.L.D. Grimmauld is very memorable for her because Tayaw's books always outsold her books despite the extensive marketing her publisher does.  
---
"Hmm good point…" Tayaw mumbled as he considered for a moment. A few seconds later, he started typing.
---
|@tldGrimmauld Well, I can't take your book seriously. Coming from an author who targets adult audiences, the romance in your book is even more unrealistic than my fairy tales. Good job. You're a better fairy tale writer than me. |
"What the f*ck is wrong with him??!!!" Jas said and is now struggling for a reply. 
Unlike any other hate comment she dealt before, Tayaw never attacked her identity or personality but stayed focused on her book alone. Had Tayaw attacked her personality or identity, she would have the right to accuse Tayaw of libel or defamation.
Before she can even think of a reply, *Whistle* another reply came in.
|@jasminebrown I mean, a guy following her love interest home? That's not a prince charming, that's a creep. Handsome, yes, but a creepy stalker nonetheless. |
*REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE* Jas screamed in frustration. Her friend on the other hand, is trying not to laugh at Tayaw's tweets.
---
It did not take long before Jasmine's fans took notice.  
"Who the f*ck are you? You f*ckin nothing!" 
"What's your problem? How about you write a book?" 
"You're in trouble now, I'll have you hacked, *sshole!"
The Jasmine's fans started backing up Jasmine once they noticed that Jasmine did not reply to Tayaw any further.  
While the fans are busy defending Jasmine, some spectators are enjoying the show and started sharing Tayaw's posts about Jasmine.
"Oh my God! I can't believe it! Grimmauld is crazy!" 
"Holy sh*t! That makes sense! HAHAHAHAHA" 
"I read the book, but I didn't see it that way. Now that I think about it, ***** is really a stalker! Hahahaha!"
---
|***** having ample beard but has hairless shiny chest? How on earth did that happen? You should have written that he went for a Brazilian, and then your novel would have been a comedy as well. An architect going for a Brazilian like a vain celebrity? Now that's funny. |
Tayaw made another post. He made sure to stay on Jasmine's book alone. If he attacked anything else about Jasmine, it would also ruin T.L.D Grimmauld's reputation. Tayaw only criticizing Jasmine's book will only make him appear as an outspoken and unreasonable critic.  
It is also not in Tayaw's nature to attack someone's identity as a person.  
---
"I don't care! He's perfect!" 
"You have the hairy chest!" 
"Don't you have something better to do with your life?"
Jasmine's fans are still proving their loyalty.
"LMAO" "Yooooo…" 
"I'm an architect, and I assure you I don't know any of my associates going for a Brazilian. Hahaha."
Jasmine's fans, however are obviously starting to lose ground. Them not addressing Tayaw's nitpicky but logical posts and instead are attacking Tayaw's identity is making them look like an unreasonable mob to the eyes of the spectators.  
"Hey! Now I know where I saw that name from! He's the guy who wrote 'The Halfling'!" 
"He also wrote 'Grimm's Fairy Tales'!"
 "Oh my god! I never thought he's like this! HAHAHA!"
The spectators who were wondering who it was that had the balls to attack Jasmine, also started looking up and figuring out T.L.D Grimmauld's identity.
---
"Haha. It's going easier than I thought." Tayaw chuckled at the number of followers his Grimmauld account now.
Before Tayaw had received the verification notice, T.L.D Grimmauld's Twitter account only had 50 or so followers but after only a few minutes of antagonizing Jasmine, his followers grew to more than three thousand.  
|If I would be writing romance, I wish it would be like a book version of 'September Ninth'. It's that movie that won Fioro D'Oro this year. The premise is unrealistic but the romance is cool. |  
He is attacking Jasmine to get traction and promote his movie. He could have used other ways to gain internet fame, but becoming infamous is way easier. He is also inspired to do this by how the social media stars in the future would attack each other both online and in real life to boost their following.
The social media of the celebrities, belonging to the companies that bought Tayaw's songs, have also promoted his movie. While their promotions gained attention of their fans, Tayaw is not satisfied with the uncertainty of how much movie goers they will attract.
The reason why he chose to attack Jasmine first is because she is also an author. His persona attacking another author would get more attention. And the second reason is Tayaw actually read Jasmine's books because he got curious at the best-selling author. He did not like her books however.


A/N : Alt Title - Jack of Entertainment 

Title : Jack of Arts

Synopsis:
Tayaw is a talented musician who never got to fulfill his potential. After losing his purpose in an unfulfilled life full of regrets; he is given the chance to go back in time and do everything over again.Along with a mysterious gift and an unclear mission, Tayaw starts a new life, this time making his mark to the world.
"Tayaw is a once in a hundred years musical artist! I just wish he was born in my generation"
- Buddy Rich, two-time Gramophone Award winner
"I admit he's a good musician, but he's an author first and foremost. He is changing the world of literature for the better."
- Helena Paddington, Outcault Prize for Fiction winner, Sohlman Prize for Literature winner.
"Despite being a musician and an author, he is to me, the greatest blessing to the film industry. This is his era."
- Heo Dong-jun, two-time Academy Award winner for Best Director and three-time nominee.

"I don't like him. Why does he use actors who didn't train and grind on the stage? He says he doesn't like my acting? What the hell does the kid know about acting? I've won awards for f*cks sake!"
- Merrell Street, five-time Academy Award winner for Best Actor, three-time Toby Award winner for Best Actor.




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A ground work for a novel idea in the future.
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English is not my first language so excuse my limited vocabulary and bad grammar. thanks

After half an hour's walk, he arrived at the yellow house. Marie Eliz had a simple country-floored house with a tiny garden where dracis had already blossomed.
The only reason Aliz was brought here was because of what really happened to her father.
She knocked on the green door and immediately heard the woman's tinkling voice as she rushed to open the door.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go".
"Come on, come on, darling, before you leave. "She invited Aliz in.
The house was friendly not only from the outside, but also from the inside. It was all fresh and warm, just like Marie Eliz.
"Tell me, what happened? Did you manage to meet your father?"
"I went to his house, but it was empty. "Tell me, do you know where Wiliam might have gone or where he is now?" she said as she took off her jacket and hung it on the hanger by the door, but kept her red bag tightly next to her. In addition to fairy tales, that's all she had left of her mother.
She weaved her thick arms together in front of her, and murmured a few words to herself.
"I mean,  he must be walking in the woods again looking for fairies!"
"Fairies?" she erupted from Aliz in shock, hoping that he had heard it wrong.
One way or the other. she nodded and led her into the kitchen. " The spring solstice is tonight. That lunatic thinks they're going to show up at this hour. I can say nonsense, but what can be done! He's totally crazy."
Outside, the sky thundered again, and raindrops knocked on the windows. Aliz took a silent seat, slipping her bag under her chair. She could not imagine that her father had simply gone crazy and was chasing all sorts of fictional creatures in the woods.
"Eat well, I'm sure you'll have some home-cooked meals tonight after the children's home care."- but immediately ashamed, she realizes that she has once again touched on a sensitive subject.
Please don't feel bad. Aliz tried to relieve the tension, and continued with a smile on her face. "Actually, it's not as bad as people think it is. She lied, it was horrible, but Marie Eliz didn't need to know that. In fact, he didn't want anyone to know what happened to him in that place. These were memories he would have let wash away forever with the rain pouring down the eaves. She involuntarily stroked her left shoulder.
"I wanted to visit you so many times, but I didn't even know where you were. William didn't tell me anything. "She clenched her hand holding the woman's fork. "Well, the point is, you're here. Why don't you tell me now that you've left the orphanage, what are your plans, where do you go next?"
"I'm going to college after graduation, noon."- she replied proudly. " I've already found a smaller apartment. Marie, do you know exactly when William's coming back?"
For a moment, it felt as if the air was freezing around them, and once again a tense silence settled in the kitchen.
Frowning on her forehead, she looked out the rain-soaked window.
"Maybe he'll turn up tomorrow if the fairies don't take him."- he laughed, but at that moment he stopped and cut her throat and sipped on his drink.
"What does fairy mania mean?"
"Oh, honey... After your mother disappeared, your father was completely out of control. Do you remember her  fictional tales?"
"Of course I am. "In retrospect, in her  mother's tales there were fairies and various mystical beings, but he called them Faek. And they were far from like the little fairy-tales with tinkling wings and ruffles. Who dance and sing all day. No, they were dangerous, and in the eyes of many, people were nothing more than a walking buffet table. - "It's possible..."
Marie Eliz raised her fork and pointed to the girl.
"He thinks Mearied was abducted by them. I can tell you, He's just crazy."
Aliz sighed in disarray as she pind the last bite to her  folk. She totally agreed. She loved her mother's tales when she was little, but she couldn't believe them when she was growing up. 
"And what did the police say? Did you find out anything?"
Marie Eliz shook her head.
" They didn't find anything during the whole investigation. It's like the ground swallowed Mearied."
"Or the darkness." Aliz thought to herself. Somehow she felt it was going to happen.
'But you don't have to worry until you take care of things with your father. I'd love it if you'd stay with me.' she offered in an unsymable voice.
-" Thank you, but I don't want to bother you."
"I'm not going to do that. "she snapped and jumped out of her chair. "Just come with me, "I'll show you your room."
She waved, and before Aliz could make a move, she stormed out of the kitchen a long time ago. She stopped in the hallway and was dredking in one of the closet drawers. Aliz picked up her bag and started giggling. Marie Eliz was still the same as in her memories. She's a little distracted, foolish, but devoted and warm-hearted.
Look what I found. She was swinging a set of keys triumphately in front of Aliz. Your father gave it to me once, and I almost forgot about it. - put it in Aliz's hands. "If he won't be home, so feel free to go in the house." he winked, and before she could thank him, she ran up the stairs. 
Aliz followed.
The upstairs hallway was covered with hard floors, which squealed every step of the way. Aliz felt somewhat fortunate that things had turned out differently than she had planned. She initially wanted to meet her father quietly and leave in the same way, but if she did, she'd probably regret not saying goodbye to Marie Eliz forever. She didn't want to spend too much time in her guest. Before can start asking more questions about  years in the orphanage, she leaving the village.
"That's it, that's it." – opened the door at the very end of the corridor, letting Aliz forward.
The room could not be called the most equipped, it had just as much in it as needed. A bed, a bedside table, a TV and a wardrobe next to it, but for Aliz, that was enough. She almost didn't know the last time she slept alone.
Í"I know it's not much, but make yourself at home."
Thank you again for everything. Aliz replied as she propped her bag to the edge of the bed.
" Come on, come on. Now, I'm going to let you, you must be exhausted. If you need anything, feel free to let me know. "the woman pulled the door behind her, but before closing it completely, she added softly. 
"Welcome home."
 
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Growing up in an orphanage, Aliz sets out to find her father and shed light on the mystery of her mother’s disappearance, but what she finds surpasses her wildest dreams.
On the eve of the spring equinox, against her will, the chains start and, dropping into a new world, she must soon realize that her mother’s stories about the world beyond the forest are real.
Behind the tales, however, are hidden terrible secrets, encircling the girl’s legacy and the world lying in the woods.

Hi everybody!
I am still learning English, so I apologize to everyone for the lingual errors.
The story is my own and I have tried to translate it to the best of my knowledge. I welcome all comments and remarks.
Thank you!

[Unedited]
"Hmm. Since we are on it, let's resolve this completely. Shall we?" Helena asked turning towards her fellow judges and then looked at Leon, her smile turned a little wicked this time.
"Tell me, Leon," Leaning back on her chair, she fired a question, "What is the most important skill that an investigator cannot lag behind in?"
Leon could only gulp disappointedly, he was quick to understand that she was trapping him in his own words and right then, being true to oneself was only his way out.
"Co-communication skills!" He uttered the thing which Helena wanted to hear.
The judges beside her could only smile at her brilliant move. True to the rumors, she never went easy on people who triggered her ego!
"Right! We, detectives need to be outgoing and must speak comfortably with the strangers!" Leaning on the table, she continued, "As long as we can socialize, there's nothing that can stop us from reaching our goals!"
"Reading Fairy Tales is your hobby right?" Helena asked looking at his resume and placing it down she pursed her lips, "I am sure you have read The Ugly Duckling story! I may sound rude but you are in the same position, dear! Unlike in that fairy tale, no one gonna change you into a beautiful Swan in this real world. So, it's better if you accept it and move on in the profession that more suits you!"
And that was her perfect strike. Though she sounded concerned, her hidden criticism truly subdued all the respect he had for her.
"Your computer skills are excellent. If you wish, I can recommend you to our Tech team!" She added not letting the chance to loose such a game changer. If she pursued him, it would be a win-win situation for her reputation to hype and also for the company.
Let's not talk about the free interviews her company would get for hiring someone whom world considered to be a 'no-use'.
"Thank Thank you Ma'am. Bu-But I politely reject your off-offer!" Bowing deeply, Leon clutched the strip of his bag and walked out.
"Huh, he is sure a fool to reject such offer." Commented her junior who was sitting beside and Helena could only smile back.
"Next, Please! We are running out of time." She ordered but Leon never slid off her thoughts.
While in the control room of Quinton Capitals.
"He isn't a ugly duckling! It's a rare gem that needs to be polished." Mumbled a man, his black fedora hat covering those eagle like eyes which shimmered as Leon got up.
"Can I get his resume?" He asked turning around and the guy could only scoff.
"Uncle, kill me directly than risking my life with such tasks." David grumbled while the old man just stared at him, still waiting for a yes!
"I am just asking for a piece of paper! Look at you, being helpless!"
"1. I am helping you, the chief of Public Crime Division, risking my job here at QC!"
"2. I am letting you look at the company's CCTV from past two hours so that you can pick some rare talents for your branch, clearly aware of the fact that this will lock me behind the bars for breeching the company rules!"
"3. I did already bring two candidates files and if you still find me helpless, you should leave right now!" David expressed out his frustration, lastly pointing at the door when Graham stared blankly at him.
"Ahh, don't get angry, Lil Boy! We after all share same genes and as a family, we should help each other." And when David shook his head denying his request, Graham sighed and got up from his chair.
"At least try to get his number! Will you?" Patting his shoulder, he wore his mask and walked out of the room adding one more round of trouble in the poor David's pocket.
---
Getting out of the lift, Leon walked to the center of the ground floor and sighed reading the same quotes which never held a meaning in that building. They were just a piece of art the company crafted for the onlookers to admire and believe that they followed the same in their company.
"Never let someone's opinion become your reality!" Graham mumbled loud standing beside him, while his eyes scanned the quotes lazily.
"Too bad! They didn't include it here!" He said again gaining much of Leon's attention and when the guy stared at him, Graham just turned around and left the hall, since his task was a complete success.
Looking at his back, Leon blinked his eyes as that sentence looked more satisfactory to his situation. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the company and took a taxi to his mother's restaurant.
"That woman is just faking her words. Stop looking at her videos." Those lines of his step father, replanted in his mind as the truth turned out to be the same. He was more disappointed in Helena than getting rejected by the company he dreamt all his life to work in.
"Never let someone's opinion become your reality!" He repeated the line which sure had a positive affect over his mourning soul.
---
Later that evening.
Looking at the padlock safely resting on the table, Liana couldn't help but sigh and concentrate on her laptop.
"We are back!" A girl's voice came from the entrance along with a dog's bark which ran to her side.
"Did you enjoy the walk?" She asked ruffling it's hair and it barked again before running out to drink water which her sister filled in it's bowl.
"Did you get anything? Lisa asked sitting beside her and passed the beer can.
"Nothing much! But this guy and that guy sure aren't the same!" Liana uttered with a sigh before sipping the bear.
"I have something to give you!" Lisa suddenly said and with a serious expression, she took out a coin and placed it in her palm.
"Pfft! Hahaha, I still can't get enough of that incident! He is sure a gentleman!" Lisa laughed out recreating that scene and Liana could only sulk, regretting sharing the whole story with her little sister.
Stopping her play, Lisa thought seriously, "Do you remember me? Hmmm, that line is sure cheesy! Just like a K-drama ML finally meeting someone he loved after a long gape. Ahh, the story just sounds great to from the beginning!"
Clasping her hands, Lisa went to her own fantasy world and was brought back by Liana's light kick.
"Is it necessary to bring K-drama every time you talk?" Liana grumbled as Lisa sat straight sticking her tongue out.
Making a heart symbol with her fingers, Lisa smiled cheekily and said the same her sister hated the most, "Saranghae!"
Throwing a pillow at her, Liana retorted, "Stop it! I am getting goosebumps already!"
"But, seriously I feel he had something more to tell you. Ohh, wait! Is he the same tadpole  of yours?" Lisa excitedly put fro her theory of relativity.
Shaking her head, Liana sighed, "They both do have ASD, but that kiddo was never this brave!"
"Humans do change with time." Lisa commented back.
"He doesn't live here anymore. That guy is completely out of his stress bubble and to add up he is currently researching about autism in Texas."
"Ohh! But since you already know that! Why are you wasting time by searching about him?"
"I need my keys back!" Liana answered, scrolling through the profiles of doctors in Texas.
Lisa nodded and could only sigh out loud. That diary was the last present which Liana received from her mother and she knew how much her sister treasured it. Not to forget, the wails she break their house after foolishly giving those keys to some stranger in a park.
Looking at how her expression changed, Liana sighed inwardly and closed the tab making her blink in confusion.
"It's just the keys! I will sure find them some day if I work a little hard in my leisure time!" Smiling at her, Liana continued, "Now, let's get your things done first! Mr. Steven particularly asked to look for best schools." Saying that, she opened a new tab and searched for schools around the place.
"You can address him as dad at least when he isn't around!" Lisa muttered under her breath which Liana sure ignored while scrolling through the lists.
"It's not even a week since I came back from California! Don't I deserve at least a month of holidays." Lisa grumbled as Liana showed her a few popular schools around.
"His secretory is clearly aware about your keen interest in studies so he is worried you will fall sick without books around." Liana teased the poor girl who surely hated studying. If not for being a congressman's youngest daughter, she would have never touched books.
"Huh, at least look for schools with rich and handsome boys. I may get a chance to relive the 'Boys Over Flower' drama!"
And Liana could only shake her head at that stupid wish. Lisa was sure densely buried under the K-wave!

[Unedited]
"Hmm. Since we are on it, let's resolve this completely. Shall we?" Helena asked turning towards her fellow judges and then looked at Leon, her smile turned a little wicked this time.
"Tell me, Leon," Leaning back on her chair, she fired a question, "What is the most important skill that an investigator cannot lag behind in?"
Leon could only gulp disappointedly, he was quick to understand that she was trapping him in his own words and right then, being true to oneself was only his way out.
"Co-communication skills!" He uttered the thing which Helena wanted to hear.
The judges beside her could only smile at her brilliant move. True to the rumors, she never went easy on people who triggered her ego!
"Right! We, detectives need to be outgoing and must speak comfortably with the strangers!" Leaning on the table, she continued, "As long as we can socialize, there's nothing that can stop us from reaching our goals!"
"Reading Fairy Tales is your hobby right?" Helena asked looking at his resume and placing it down she pursed her lips, "I am sure you have read The Ugly Duckling story! I may sound rude but you are in the same position, dear! Unlike in that fairy tale, no one gonna change you into a beautiful Swan in this real world. So, it's better if you accept it and move on in the profession that more suits you!"
And that was her perfect strike. Though she sounded concerned, her hidden criticism truly subdued all the respect he had for her.
"Your computer skills are excellent. If you wish, I can recommend you to our Tech team!" She added not letting the chance to loose such a game changer. If she pursued him, it would be a win-win situation for her reputation to hype and also for the company.
Let's not talk about the free interviews her company would get for hiring someone whom world considered to be a 'no-use'.
"Thank Thank you Ma'am. Bu-But I politely reject your off-offer!" Bowing deeply, Leon clutched the strip of his bag and walked out.
"Huh, he is sure a fool to reject such offer." Commented her junior who was sitting beside and Helena could only smile back.
"Next, Please! We are running out of time." She ordered but Leon never slid off her thoughts.
While in the control room of Quinton Capitals.
"He isn't a ugly duckling! It's a rare gem that needs to be polished." Mumbled a man, his black fedora hat covering those eagle like eyes which shimmered as Leon got up.
"Can I get his resume?" He asked turning around and the guy could only scoff.
"Uncle, kill me directly than risking my life with such tasks." David grumbled while the old man just stared at him, still waiting for a yes!
"I am just asking for a piece of paper! Look at you, being helpless!"
"1. I am helping you, the chief of Public Crime Division, risking my job here at QC!"
"2. I am letting you look at the company's CCTV from past two hours so that you can pick some rare talents for your branch, clearly aware of the fact that this will lock me behind the bars for breeching the company rules!"
"3. I did already bring two candidates files and if you still find me helpless, you should leave right now!" David expressed out his frustration, lastly pointing at the door when Graham stared blankly at him.
"Ahh, don't get angry, Lil Boy! We after all share same genes and as a family, we should help each other." And when David shook his head denying his request, Graham sighed and got up from his chair.
"At least try to get his number! Will you?" Patting his shoulder, he wore his mask and walked out of the room adding one more round of trouble in the poor David's pocket.
---
Getting out of the lift, Leon walked to the center of the ground floor and sighed reading the same quotes which never held a meaning in that building. They were just a piece of art the company crafted for the onlookers to admire and believe that they followed the same in their company.
"Never let someone's opinion become your reality!" Graham mumbled loud standing beside him, while his eyes scanned the quotes lazily.
"Too bad! They didn't include it here!" He said again gaining much of Leon's attention and when the guy stared at him, Graham just turned around and left the hall, since his task was a complete success.
Looking at his back, Leon blinked his eyes as that sentence looked more satisfactory to his situation. Taking a deep breath, he walked out of the company and took a taxi to his mother's restaurant.
"That woman is just faking her words. Stop looking at her videos." Those lines of his step father, replanted in his mind as the truth turned out to be the same. He was more disappointed in Helena than getting rejected by the company he dreamt all his life to work in.
"Never let someone's opinion become your reality!" He repeated the line which sure had a positive affect over his mourning soul.
---
Later that evening.
Looking at the padlock safely resting on the table, Liana couldn't help but sigh and concentrate on her laptop.
"We are back!" A girl's voice came from the entrance along with a dog's bark which ran to her side.
"Did you enjoy the walk?" She asked ruffling it's hair and it barked again before running out to drink water which her sister filled in it's bowl.
"Did you get anything? Lisa asked sitting beside her and passed the beer can.
"Nothing much! But this guy and that guy sure aren't the same!" Liana uttered with a sigh before sipping the bear.
"I have something to give you!" Lisa suddenly said and with a serious expression, she took out a coin and placed it in her palm.
"Pfft! Hahaha, I still can't get enough of that incident! He is sure a gentleman!" Lisa laughed out recreating that scene and Liana could only sulk, regretting sharing the whole story with her little sister.
Stopping her play, Lisa thought seriously, "Do you remember me? Hmmm, that line is sure cheesy! Just like a K-drama ML finally meeting someone he loved after a long gape. Ahh, the story just sounds great to from the beginning!"
Clasping her hands, Lisa went to her own fantasy world and was brought back by Liana's light kick.
"Is it necessary to bring K-drama every time you talk?" Liana grumbled as Lisa sat straight sticking her tongue out.
Making a heart symbol with her fingers, Lisa smiled cheekily and said the same her sister hated the most, "Saranghae!"
Throwing a pillow at her, Liana retorted, "Stop it! I am getting goosebumps already!"
"But, seriously I feel he had something more to tell you. Ohh, wait! Is he the same tadpole  of yours?" Lisa excitedly put fro her theory of relativity.
Shaking her head, Liana sighed, "They both do have ASD, but that kiddo was never this brave!"
"Humans do change with time." Lisa commented back.
"He doesn't live here anymore. That guy is completely out of his stress bubble and to add up he is currently researching about autism in Texas."
"Ohh! But since you already know that! Why are you wasting time by searching about him?"
"I need my keys back!" Liana answered, scrolling through the profiles of doctors in Texas.
Lisa nodded and could only sigh out loud. That diary was the last present which Liana received from her mother and she knew how much her sister treasured it. Not to forget, the wails she break their house after foolishly giving those keys to some stranger in a park.
Looking at how her expression changed, Liana sighed inwardly and closed the tab making her blink in confusion.
"It's just the keys! I will sure find them some day if I work a little hard in my leisure time!" Smiling at her, Liana continued, "Now, let's get your things done first! Mr. Steven particularly asked to look for best schools." Saying that, she opened a new tab and searched for schools around the place.
"You can address him as dad at least when he isn't around!" Lisa muttered under her breath which Liana sure ignored while scrolling through the lists.
"It's not even a week since I came back from California! Don't I deserve at least a month of holidays." Lisa grumbled as Liana showed her a few popular schools around.
"His secretory is clearly aware about your keen interest in studies so he is worried you will fall sick without books around." Liana teased the poor girl who surely hated studying. If not for being a congressman's youngest daughter, she would have never touched books.
"Huh, at least look for schools with rich and handsome boys. I may get a chance to relive the 'Boys Over Flower' drama!"
And Liana could only shake her head at that stupid wish. Lisa was sure densely buried under the K-wave!
And as they got busy, chats flooded in Liana's message box which she couldn't ignore. Unlocking her phone, she first went to her office group chat.
[I have found three suitable candidates! Let's pray they will accept my offer!]  --- Mr. Grumpy Graham.
And that was the message which created a huge storm among her comrades. Placing aside the phone, she continued to help Lisa unaware of the surprise this author had planned for her, XD!



Darrelle's POV
I laid on the bed watching as she stepped into the room a towel wrapped around her, water droplets visible on her body. I licked my lips still being able to taste her on them. She walked over to me leaning down kissing me her tongue immediately slipping into my mouth.
"You taste like me." She said not breaking the kiss. I smiled against her lips knowing that she loved the taste of her self. She pulled away sucking my bottom lip before biting it.
"I'm going to get dressed." She whispered walking into her closet. My phone began to ring and I reached into my front pocket answering it once I realized that it was Jason.
"What's up man?" I asked sitting up.
"I'm going to need you to keep the kids on my anniversary." He said through the phone the sound of people talking in the background.
"For the entire day." He added.
"So you gonna drop them off the day before?" I asked him. 
"Yeah." He said as the noise lessened in the background.
"Alright no problem." I said ending the call as Nia walked in a pair of jeans and a red v-neck shirt.
"Who was that?" She asked walking over to me.
"Jason." 
"Come." She ordered holding out her hand I chuckled taking it as she led me downstairs. I sat down on a stool around the counter as Nia placed the food before me along with a plate for herself and two glasses of wine. She sat down and we began eating.
"From now on you're cooking for me everyday." I said really enjoying the food.
"Can you pay me for everyday?" She asked amused placing the fork in her mouth. I chuckled taking a sip of my wine.
"So my attention isn't enough?" I asked her and she smiled. 
"Questions can't answer questions."
"Stop being smart with me." I said and she smiled looking at me biting the inside of her cheek her eyes peeling back the layers to my soul.
"I have a great love for Shakespeare." She said randomly and I smiled loving when she speaks about herself.
"I think I picked that up the first time we met."
"That's one of my favorite quotes." She said smiling her eyes shinning.
"Why?" I asked wanting to know more.
"I think it speaks volumes no matter what generation we're in, people constantly mistaken lust for love." She whispered almost as if to herself as she flashed me a sad smile.
"Have you ever done that?"
"Hasn't everyone, everybody wants to feel love so we label anything we feel as love, we fall in love with the idea of love from fairy tales, books, movies hoping for perfection, perfection that we can never have."
"Do you really believe there is no such thing a perfection?"
"I think it depends on your definition of perfection, your perspective, your point of view and how you see the world." she said taking a sip of her wine slowly before placing it back on the counter.
"I think you're perfect."
"From what perspective?"
"From a man who has been broken, seen broken. From a man who sees a woman who has been through so much but is stronger than he has ever been. From a man who loves a woman more than he had ever thought possible, from a man who knows love from lust." I responded and she smiled.
"Have you ever seen perfect if broken is the best you've every had?"
"From what perspective?" I asked repeating her question she smiled looking into my eyes.
"From a woman afraid to love, from a woman who has to stay strong because if she lets go she doesn't know if she will be able to build her self up again. From a woman who sees a man who loves her but is too afraid to ever allow herself to feel again." She whispered tears in her eyes threatening to fall. I stood up stepping in between her legs pulling her in a hug, her head against my chest.
"As a man, your man, I'll love you even if you decided I'm not what you want, I'll love you when you're broken and when you're weak because I need you Nia." I whispered in her ear softly and her hands tightened around me. 
"You have such a great body." She whispered randomly and I chuckled kissing her forehead.
"You're so weird." I whispered back. 
"Yeah but somehow you still love me." 
"Because it's out of my control." I replied and she pulled away slightly kissing my chin. Her phone buzzed in her pocket and she pulled away taking it out.
"I've got to go to the office." She said after a few seconds.
"Can I get a kiss before you leave?" I asked and she laughed slightly leaning forward her lips moving slowly against mine, I swiped my tongue against her lip asking for entrance but she denied me pulling away.
"I'll see you tomorrow." She told me walking out of her kitchen leaving as I sat down finishing my food... and hers.



When Jason and Darrelle make a bet involving Darrell's dating life, he thought it would be easy since women were usually his strong suit. What he didn't know is that he would end up with Nia Graham, a lawyer who became well known after defending a wrongly accused black man. Nia had been by herself for so long without a man, she had learned to live without one, her independent nature makes it difficult for Darrelle. Darrelle stays persistent knowing that the Preston deal would be his greatest deal yet, but when Darrelle finds himself falling for Nia will he end the bet? 

Sneak Peak
"What about her?" Andre asked.

"Who?" I asked he motioned to a group of women specifically the one sitting down, I couldnt really see her because of the dim lights and the group of friends she had around her.

"No,"

"Why not?" Jason asked I took another sip before saying.

"She is sitting with her friends,"

"And?" Andre asked.

"Her friends are drunk,"

"And?" Jason asked confused.

"She is the only one with a beer and look at how she continuously checks her phone every five second,"

"And?"

"The beer isn't strong which means she is the designated driver her friends are drunk which means she has to leave soon, and the phone just shows that she would rather be anywhere but here, like she has much more important things to do. Which let's me know she probably won't give me the time of day because I'm not the most important thing in her life right now,"

"She is the one, she is the one you got to date"

believe... in fairy tales

believe... in love

believe... in happy ever after's

believe... in yourself

believe, believe, believe

everyone has heard this thousands of times

am I the only one tired of hearing it

over and over

believe, believe, believe

it makes me want to scream

for I can never believe 

in fairy tales, love, happy ever after's, or myself

for I am not happy

and don't know if I ever will be

these monsters inside me wish to be set free

I try to contain them

but I always fail

they are blood thirsty

and they wail

they want to be free

they feel like they are in jail

I do not want to set them free 

but have no choice

for they overcome me

and are basically my life

believe, believe, believe

that's easy for you to say

because you don't know what I go through everyday

you don't know what it feels like to not be able to sleep

to only lie awake alone and weep

you don't know what it feels like to be unloved

you don't know what it feels like to be despised by everyone

even your parents

who say you are worthless

they hate you

I am jealous of you because you may believe in fairy tales and dreams

but for me that ended long ago

I've excepted my fate and it shows

believe, believe, believe

believe in what I ask

believe in pixies and fairy dust

that stuff isn't real it can't make you happy

it can't make anyone happy

especially me

I don't know what believing is, can you tell me

how does it feel to believe...

in fairy tales, in love, in happy ever after's, in yourself

believe, believe, believe

everyone tells me

believe in what? I ask

in the past that is horrid

in the future that is painful

in the present that is wasteful

why should I believe in all this stuff

why should anyone believe in this

because reality sucks compared to a dream

believing is dreaming

believing is everything

but not to me, I don't dream

you may but I don't

I only have nightmares

of the past and what is to come of the present and how much it sucks

believe, believe, believe

you may believe in happiness and dreams, love and fairy tales

but I believe in what is real

and what is real hurts

it hurts so much it makes it hard to breath

sometimes I wish I could believe...

in fairy tales, in love, in happy ever after's, and myself

but I never will because I am myself

I hate that reason but it is all I have

just remember fairy tales aren't all happy, they can be sad

and depressing

and end in death

fairy tales aren't always good and filled with love

some are filled with anguish and torment

endless suffering and pain

that is my fairy tale everyday

so believe, believe, believe

what is that mean to me?

nothing because it doesn't make me happy

Fairy tales is a story for children. 

It always starts with "Once a upon a time" and ends with "They lived happily ever after."

Fairy tales leave out important facts in our life.

Fairy tales set us up for heartaches.

Fairy tales always have happy endings.

Yes, we're hoping that all of us will have a happy endings.

BUT, 

Don't forget that we're in REAL LIFE not on some kind of FAIRY TALES.

The Girl:

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Wala siyang choice kundi ang pakisamahan sila.

The Boys:

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