"Don't worry, dear. Miss Smith won't hear a word."

My face, again, gained the colour of a strong red as John said that. He reassured me his promise multiple times but I couldn't find myself believe it.

I slowly regretted the kiss, and I wondered if Harry did, too. But then again, he had nothing to lose.

I did.

"Thanks a lot, John. I promise it won't happen again."

And I meant it.

John, suddenly, made me feel like I was his employee though I wasn't. But I, still, felt the need to say sorry.

"You are really quiet, Miss."

Well, I was having a moment of regret.

"If you are still up for it, I'd like to give an interview for you," He offered, making me lift my head. His now stern look reminded me of his brother Liam.

I stumbled over my own words, "Really? I mean, a-are you s..s-sure?"

"Yes. This is actually why I've been looking for you, Miss. I feel much respect for you," Like Harry did?

My inner me giggled, imagining what would happen if I now confronted John with this and if he'd kiss me afterwards.

"I want to do the interview, with you. Yes." My voice was firm, again.

Thinking about this one more time, I knew that he was nowhere like Harry.

"That's great, Miss. Mrs. Smith told me that you haven't ever published an article. I'm sure we'll make a great team!"

I wanted to agree but then suddenly heard footsteps from behind.

Harry.

He looked at the both of us, John and I, before he stepped into the elevator and didn't cast any more glance at us.

"How about moving the meeting to another room?" John asked all of a sudden, while I was once again being caught in my own thoughts. Slowly it came noticeable, as I just remembered that I kept to always attract the attention of others when I was, mentally, not there. It bothered and, of course, annoyed me.

"Yes, Mr. Marbles, we can do that. You can call me Shayleen, by the way." Although I was sweet Shay for many, well, for the most people, I did not want it to be for him.

I had already embarrassed myself well enough and did not want my name to match the picture of my character – at least the picture that John probably seemed to have taken of me. I thought he was totally wrong. But a name similar to a pornstar's name wasn't really a plus.

Shayleen sounded so much more classy than Shay, didn't it?

But that was not the real reason. I now wanted to be Shay for only one man, Harry. And for no one else.

Not because he meant something to me. He didn't mean anything to me. But having him call me Shay gave me a playful kick in the butt.

I assumed that John was going to drag me into one of his "personal rooms" as well, and thought that this would be the same as Harry's. For a brief moment, however, I interrupted my own sea of thoughts and realised again that John couldn't be like Harry. It didn't fit him. And, he wasn't.

He was walking towards the stairs, instead, giving me a sign to follow him.

"Shayleen," He repeated as if he had to do so to remember my name. Repeating it was certainly not a bad idea, I thought it was very smart. With having all the girls constantly wrapping around their bodies, it was important to have a clear mind, right?

"You can call me John." I had been waiting for that.

"John," I repeated the same way as he said my name. He laughed briefly.

While we were walking down the stairs, I smelled the strong smell of alcohol. Of course, he was drunk. How else was it supposed to be?

When we reached the very last stair step, I captured the smell of various people in the room. I was not happy to be here at all, altough I kind of wanted it just a few minutes ago. Surely, it was better to be here, compared to the moment when Harry and I got "caught" as one would like to call it.

But I missed no bit of this party nor this crowd. It became too much for me. Any way, I had a real job to do, until Monday, and I had to do it not only well but absolutely perfectly. Otherwise I would be out.

Out of the branch and out of life, and out of Jenna's friend list.

She certainly wanted to be friends with other diva's.

My nager at the kiss did something to me so that I became annoyed, even at Jenna, even though she hadn't done anything to me. I just wish she was here, and we could tlak about Harry and about what she had found out about him. It interested me so much. So, so much.

However, I now had to concentrate on no other man but John.

I took a very deep breath and followed John through the crowd. It was not as difficult to go through those zombies as much as it was when I first arrived to the party, but it still was too much.

Although this was, actually, the main room of the party, more or less, or a kind-of- lobby, there were still many doors that surrounded us. I had not noticed this before. I wish I would had gone drunk before going here.

Then I could have let myself sink into this crowd and let God deal with the interview.

But, unfortunately, life was not that easy.

My legs carried me and my eyelids were getting heavier. I was sure, I was just about to fall asleep in the middle of the room. But there couldn't happen anything more embarrassing than getting caught on making out, could there?

When John and I reached the very end of the room, I noticed a door that was decorated with golden signs. I assumed that these should stand for his business. Some kind of logos. Whatever it was, it was unbelievably pretentious.

It reminded me of Mrs. Smith's door.

He held a chip to the door until it opened itself. John held the door open for me and wanted me to follow him. My tiredness, though, made my body pause for a moment.

Before I entered, I took a quick look at the crowd and spottet Harry with a glass in his hand. He looked as if he was entertained. I saw how he was talking to a man who was, I believed, the business man who had been waiting for him.

Next to Harry, I saw... a woman.

The one who had cried on the toilet.

I squinted my eyes to watch them for a second.

Harry pressed the glass firmly in his hand, and was probably a little intoxicated, wanted to prevent dropping the glass. If he was about to, I hoped that it'd fall on that woman's shoes.

God, I was a mad woman.

Harry noticed me looking at him and gave me a quick smile before he returned to his "important" conversation.

Of course, I had been only be a good shag.

I, finally, entered what I assumed to be John's office.

My body was, a bit, tense, but I tried to cover it up with a what I hoped to be charming smile.

John offered me a seat right in front of his desk he was sitting behind of.

I took a seat while I intertwined my fingers with my own. I was really nervous but tried to overplay it.  I hoped that a lot of self confidence would soon rain all over my body, and some cool air.

"Let's do this," John murmured while looking at my face.

I could only answer a brief "Yeah", not knowing how I should tackle this interview. Also,  even though Harry and I were supposed to already had finished our interview, it was not a real interview but just a good time I enjoyed.

"Did you have a challenging meeting with Harry?" Yes, Mr., kind of challenging. Actually, it was wonderful. I was looking for pure sex, at least in Harry's eyes. Though I did not know if I was so happy about it, anymore.

I tried to answer as skillfully as possbile, I wanted to show my hidden professional side (if I had one).

"Yes, I did. He's a very nice guy. I had a great interview and I'm ready to take another, now."

"I'm sure your article will be a great success, right?"

"I hope so," I really hoped that.

He breathed some of this bad air in this room that he probably desperately needed becuase he was totally intoxicated with the disgusting smell of the crowd in the lobby, and also intoxicated with the smell of embarrassment of what had happened before. And also intoxicated from alcohol.

"I was hoping," He began, "That we could agree on someting, on kind of a deal."

Suddenly it all came back to my mind. The information was flowing, naturally. He wanted to pay me for writing whatever he wanted so that he would have good publicity, although we were not as required as Chicagomics but very close. We were about to become a namable magazine, just like Chicagomics or like Forbes.

At least Miss. Smith seemed to be striving for that.

I knew that she'd naturally expect me to go for John's deal, I knew that very well. If she would have been here at that very moment, she would have, actually, push me into it.

And I debated, again. I let everything go through my head, planned my following steps even if I, already, had made way too many mistakes which I regretted. The memory of the kiss was absolutely humiliating by now.

I wanted to remain professional.

That was the only way so that I could, at least, get a little bit of John's respect, in case he had ever planned to be respectful to me and stay respectful as well. I realised that at this very moment, he was up for a deal, and was using this to make me feel comfortable around him.

It seemed as if he was used to Harry falling out of his professional role every now and then. I had now also met this side of Harry, and I had to admit that I didn't know whether I found it totally unprofessional or if I liked it because it was so adventurous.

Harry was, indeed, adventurous.

He showed me that he also had a different side of him. A playful, flirtious side. And even if I was to hate him for what he had said to me, I couldn't help myself. He had, at least for this very evening, clearly wrapped me around his little finger. And I admitted it.

If I wanted to keep contact with a wealthy community such as this, I needed to give in, and endure what was to endure. If I wanted to continue this adventure, a certainly interesting adventure full of interviews and contacts of rich men, then that was my ticket. Harry was my ticket. John was, too.

So I had to agree to this deal that John was planning, even though I stayed suspicious. At the end of the day, I was only Shay. Miss. Smith would curse me now, but I tried hard. I was not thinking about whether I really wanted to have this adventure, or not, but I knew that my heart was looking for fun and new adventures in my life.

Mrs. Smith seemed to want that, too. I decided to now think that she only wanted the best for me.