I have been searching for my phone in my clutch, insulting myself in my head because I hadn't really prepared myself. I have spent, I was pretty sure, at least thirty minutes in this bathroom.

But I was, still, glad enough to leave Harry all alone. I needed some time off, as Jenna would say.

When I thought I felt something very strange in my clutch, I heard some sniffles.

"Hello?" I whispered, making only a soft sound leave my mouth. "Who's there?"

Wow, I even heard voices now. I was going crazy.

Again, I heard some sniffles behind me. I turned around to see two, no, three toilet cabins in front of me. I decided to take some steps forward, leaving my clutch at the sink in deep hope that nobody would steal anything. I made sure to take a look from the perspective of a kitten and bent down as I saw two crossed feet at the very middle cabin.

"Who's there?" I asked again, being afraid for this person to come and assume me to be a stalker. "Hi?"

After the final sniff I saw the door open, revealing a beautiful, young woman right in front of me.

She ran right into my arms – and I was questioning myself Do I know her?

I took the hug as an invitation and wrapped my arms around that tiny body of hers, holding her as if she was going to break like glass. She did really break down. And I was there to pick up the pieces, whoever was responsible for them.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered, not knowing if I should ask her what happened.

After what felt like ten minutes she had calmed herself to a normal state, she took a deep breath and let go – revealing her now wet face. She had some scratches on her face.

"Oh God, what happened?"

She went some steps backwards when I asked that.

"You need to promise me you don't tell anybody about this," She stuttered, "Please."

I saw her shaking when she crossed her arms, as if that was going to keep her safe from all the bad things in this world.

When I wanted to win her trust, the both of us heard somebody knock on the door. No..

"Hello? Is everything okay?"

Harry.

I totally forgot about him.

"Yeah, I'm alright," I excused myself, not mentioning this helpless woman who was still standing right in front of me, listening to our conversation calmly. She did not look like she belonged to here, though. Well, did I?

"If you need anything... I'm here." I heard him saying, his voice going quieter and quieter after each word, signalising me he was leaving.

"Thank you, Harry!"

I looked back to this, well, still nameless woman and then to my clutch that was hiding my phone from me. It was vibrating the last minutes I was talking to Harry, completely destroying the mood we have built ourselves – and I still wouldn't say I have got the interview I wanted.

I decided to take care of the woman as I offered her my hand to hold, pulling her to the sink and bend her over as her nose was bleeding a little.

I held her hair when I heard her almost choking of her puke, tapping on her back slowly so that she would calm.

"Is it getting better?" I asked softly, not wanting her to be scared of me.

"Mhm," She murmured while she did something inbetween of a nod and shaking her head, "I don't think I can throw up, now."

"Then don't," I chuckled, wanting to turn this situation into something bearable for the both of us.

"Aren't you Shayleen Taylor?" She now asked, making me turn my head in surprise. "I saw you at this University event some days ago, you were talking to Harry Samuels, he told me about you,"

"You know him?"

"Everybody knows him."

She jogged back to the middle cabin and took off one toilet paper to clean her nose with as she looked at me in surprise, "Are you dating him?"

"What? Uhm, No." I replied, now blushing because of this question. I should've asked her this.

"I thought you were one of his new chicks," She confessed, "Sorry for bothering you."

I took a deep breath as I was finally confident enough to ask her the most important question, now.

"What happened?"

"Not that important."

"Are you... sure?"

"Yes, God, yes!" She yelled, saying the last Yes even louder. "It's better when we don't, ever, talk about this, alright, Shay? Can I call you like that? Shay?"

"Uh.. yes, but.. well, are you sure you don't need help? You kind of loo-"

"I know I look like a catastrophe," She admitted, "Do you have some make-up retouch?"

"Sorry, nothing in that little clutch of mine."

"I'm sure Samuels won't notice it,"

"What?"

"That I look this bad, you dummy. I need to return to him, now." She giggled. Why did she need to go to him?

Wasn't he waiting for me?

"Oh, yeah, it's alright.." I murmured, taking my look away from her and acting like I wasn't interested. I didn't care a bit about her mental state, now. I kept looking for my phone that seemed to still be hidden in that little thing.

"Maybe we can drink something later," She said, "with or without Samuels. You decide."

"Yeah, I'll return to you." I smiled back to her as she opened the bathroom door, leaving me alone in my calm with my soul.

Sure as hell I was going to have a drink with her – not. Who was she and why did she have to know about me having a connection with Harry?

I shook my head as I finally found my phone, making me see all of those over sixty missed calls of Jenna.

I opened one text message of hers before I returned back to Harry,

"Please answer! He's not the one you think he is!"

   I made my way outside, wanting to catch some fresh air as I called Jenna.

"What do you want now?" I asked when she accepted my call, leaving me in pure anger. "It's really not the right time, Jen. I thought something happened."

"Something happened!"

"And what?" I rolled my eyes, expecting her to say something about how she broke her nail, or worse, she accidentally deleted one of the articles of hers.

"Girl, I investigated my ass off. You gotta listen, now!"

I searched for a bunk and sat down, being ready for a long conversation with my beloved Jenna. I had no clue how I made it outside without having anybody notice it. Even though I should have returned to Harry already, and maybe have taken care of John Marbles too, I thought he already forgot about me, considering this girl who assumed me to be "another chick of his".

I didn't even know what her name was.

"Alright, Shay, now hold on tight. Do you even know what company party you're at?"

"Uh.. no?" I really didn't.

"To keep ya away from my ages-taking explanations, it's a company party that isn't held by Harry Samuels nor by this John Marbles guy you're supposed to interview, if you haven't already."

"Whose party is it, then?" I asked, ignoring her referring to John Marbles.

"It's by Liam Marbles, John's elder brother. John's success is being thanked to Liam and Harry's just a bunny that runs after them. He has well enough wealth to build his own success but seems to need those two idiots behind that ass of his."

"Jenna, wait, Jen, hold on,"

"No, girl, listen. They've been bragging about this party, or why did you want to wear a dress that was needed to be red? Seemed to be a big thing for ya, too."

"It was."

"It's not John's party, neither Harry's. They're guests just like you and you're acting like you're being less then them!"

"I am.. I'm just an interviewer, but what has that to do wi-"

"Girl, you're not just an interviewer. You're so much more than that. And back to my text message, that Harry guy is definitely hiding something,"

"Why do you think that?"

"I just did some research and found out that most of his business has never been held by him but a person that takes advantage of him, basically he has an own manager he needs to listen to. None of his business is actually his."

"So you're talking about his money? This isn't his money?" I asked, being confused now and still needing to have this interview with the both of them.

"God, do you ever listen? It's his money, well, a part definitely belongs to him. And he's a well known businessman. If he argued with his manager, he sure as hell wouldn't have issues to make his own business. The thing is, he doesn't. He depends."

"He depends on what?"

"He depends on his manager, Shay,"

"I'm interviewing somebody who doesn't do shit for their own business?" I questioned, losing all my respect that I built for Harry who I assumed to be a selfmade millionaire. "Jen, are you kidding?"

"No, no, no, no. You don't just go home now, alright? You go interview him, talk to him, whatever. He's still a name after all. Many peoples have big names and voices in the states but are being controlled by somebody bigger than them, somebody who takes most advantage of their reached goals."

"That's poor, duh," I admitted, "If he is somebody who know's what he's doing, then why would he be controlled by somebody else?"

"Because it's difficult to make your own steps into the real world of economy without having a helping hand. And now, go. There's interviews you gotta do."

With that she ended the call, leaving me in pure cold at this very evening. I looked back to this huge building behind me, debating whether I should go back in and at least finish this whole thing. I was actually interviewing a stupid man who was only known because of what he has achieved in the name of somebody else.

That's poor. A poor personality, and a sad way to get well known.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds before I went back in, preparing my mission Harry Samuels.