~ Jesalyn

"Jesa, do you want to go to that new cafe that just opened up?" I nodded and smiled towards Gabriella, my best friend since 5th grade who was also my colleague. "Yeah." I said sipping my now warm coffee. "I heard they're panini's were really good!"

Gabby is now hanging out in my office, since all her work is completed, mean while, cruel Mrs. Launders continually dumps more and more work on me. I've been typing up this damn article for a good 2 hours. I've showed it to her only to have it thrown back in my face time after time.

"So girl, what's going on with you?" Gabby asks while she takes a seat across from my desk. I look up at her for a second then look back down at my work. "Just re-typing this article. I mean, I've re typed it about 3 times and she still doesn't approve!" I lean back in my chair and cover my face with my hands.

"Girl, you need to chill out, your so stressed!" Gabby whispers.

"I know, but I'm just being fed up of being told my writing is not good!"

"Jesa. I know how your feeling. Jesa, don't listen to that old bi- witch." I giggle at her attempt not to curse.

"Jesa, you know your writing is good girl! All the interviews you with these celebrities! Hell, I can't even get an interview with a celebrity!Why you listenin' to her for?!"

I sighed and stayed quiet, knowing she was right all the way. I was one of the writers and journalists who the celebrities would trust. They would only request me because I'm so damn good at my job.

"Damn it Gabby!" Her eyes went wide with a smirk as I softened my voice. "Your right." I said lowly. "You and I are the top writers of 'MKLaunders Inc' and I'm going to prove it.

"That's my girl!" Gabby exclaimed as she and I both raised hands with a big clap.

As we were still talking, there was a light knock on the door. "Come in." Our fellow colleague Vincent opened the door and entered my office, with a pissed and annoyed expression on his face. "The evil queen and her demon of a daughter wants to see Jesa in her office." He muttered.

I frowned. "Do you know why?" He shook his head. "All I know is both of them are waiting in the conference room for you... To seal your doom." I playfully smacked his arm as he continued laughing.

You see, everyone does not like Mrs. Launders because of her ungrateful, cruel attitude towards everyone. Her daughter Hailey seems to be just like her. Due to the fact her "Mommy owns the place," she thinks she's above everyone.

She's no where near.

"Alright." I sighed as I stood up. "Ill go." I was walking to the door when I heard Gabby's heels click behind me. "I'll go with you." I patted her shoulder and smiled. "Thanks girl." She replied with a "no problem" as we continued walking to the dragons cave.

Once we walked in, we saw Mrs. Launders, as well as her daughter Hailey. The sight of both of them made me want to jump on the table and strangle the both of them. Her old wrinkled face accompanied by her short red- dyed hair and her dark green eyes angered me even more because her and her daughter look exactly alike.

"Ms. Quinceton, have a seat." Mrs. Launders demanded. I mentally rolled my eyes. "Yes ma'am."

"Ms. Crawford, what are you doing here, I only asked for Ms. Quinceton, get back to work." Hailey said while pointing at the door. I heard a scoff from Gabby knowing she was not going to listen.

I was right because she took a seat right next to me. With a smile while patting my thigh. "I hope you don't mind, Mrs and Ms Launders, but all my work is completed and Jesalyn is my friend." I returned the smile as I heard Hailey huff.

"Whatever, mommy you may continue!" Mrs. Launders quickly checked the hell out of Hailey which left her with a face full of sorrow. "Anywho, let's get down to business." I sat up straight in my chair and leaned in, curious to see what she was thinking.

"Ms. Quinceton, I have a job for you to interview a celebrity, if you can handle it."

I scoffed because she knew damn well I could handle it.

I took a breath in before responding. "I'm pretty sure I'm more than capable of handling it."

She arched a brow and continued speaking. "Well, since miss "know it all" can handle it, I'll get right to the chase. I nodded. "I want you to attain an interview with Michael Jackson."

My eyes widened. For one, I'm a huge fan, but I wasn't gonna let anyone know that. Two, everyone knows how Mr. Jackson is to the press. He doesn't do interviews. Point blank period. He does not like the press one bit. I know I'm going to fail at this task.

"He agreed to do an interview?" I questioned, still slightly shocked. She shook her head with a small chuckle. "No, as I said before, you will get the interview yourself and interview him."

"You know how Mr. Jackson is, he's not going to want to go through an interview!" I squeaked. "What makes you think I'll be able to get an interview with him!?" Gabby calmed me down a bit as my voice got quieter.

"Your a pretty smart cookie, I'm sure you'll figure it out." Hailey winked at me as I was cursing her ass out in my mind. "Ms. Quinceton, if you fail to complete this job, someone else will take your place as "Writer of the month." I shrugged with a small ok and looked up at them. "Is that all?" She nodded her head as she shooed us out her room.

When we got back to my room, I let out a loud groan and plopped in my chair. Gabby sat on the edge of my desk and I put my head in my hands as Vincent came back in the room. "So, what did evil and eviller want this time?"

"They want me, to obtain an interview with Michael Jackson." He gasped a little as he looked to gabby for re assurance. "It's true?" I nodded and confirmed. "That's impossible." Vin started. "Everyone knows how KOP feels about interviews!"

"I know, but I'm going to get an interview with that man if it's the last thing I do."

I pulled my keyboard more towards me as I began researching his information. I finally got hold of his email address and started to create the draft of my email to him.

To: [email protected]
From:[email protected]
Subject: Request for interview

Dear Mr. Jackson,

My name is Jesalyn Quinceton and I work as a journalist at MKLaunders Inc. I am very aware that you are a very successful business man but I would like to request a interview from you. It will benefit the both of us with positive exposure for both yours and my company. Please get back to me as soon as you can. Thank you.

I typed up that email in less than five minutes. I even let Gabby and Vin check it over. I kept my email short because knowing he's busy, he will not have time to appreciate if I wrote a long email, and my email was straight to the point.

"The worst part now is the wait." Vin said and I agreed. "Hey Vin, do you wanna go to that new cafe with us?" He nodded. "Sure we'll go after we hear a response." I playfully glared at him. "Who knows when this man will reply back. Hell probably neve-."

My ranting was put on hold when we all heard an alert sound coming from my computer. I went to my email, with fingers crossed that it was him who replied. I gasped realizing it was him, but got angered as I read his email.

To: [email protected]
From: [email protected]
Subject: My answer

Dear Ms. Quinceton,

I have read your email requesting an interview for your paper. I'll get right to the point, I'm not doing it. I have denied your request to be interviewed for your business. Goodbye.

Pure hot anger were not seeping out of my body. Who does this son of a bitch think he is?! Oh hell no, I am beyond pissed.

"What did he say Jesa?" Vin asked while approaching me. I grabbed my purse and my jacket. I'll tell y'all over lunch, let's go.

~

Once we were seated and had our orders taken, I told them what Mr. Jackson has said.

"So he shut it out, just like that?" Gabby asked. I nodded as I took a bite out of my chicken panini. "Little does this bastard know, I'm going to get an interview with him."

Vin furrowed his brows as he looked over at me. "Jesa, what you finna do girl?" I smirked as I sipped my ice tea. "I'm going to show up to his office and demand an interview." Me and gabby high fived as I continued laughing.

"That's my girl!" She said. Vin just shook his head. "But you know what that means right? Your going to have to dress all sexy for him." I winked as she continued to laugh and Vin shook his head.