~BOOK TEN~

~BOOK TEN~

(7/4 12.52am)

Champagne and Red Wine.

The entire event had been in a all white and green theme. The entrance of the music studio that recorded the original track of Zoe's latest single had this arc made of twigs and metal wires. Long green pointy leaves were draped over the arc and then white lilies covered the tiny visible spots left by the leaves. The scent from the lilies made you wonder about the sweetest thing you have ever had in your life. A white velvet carpet had been placed just right outside the front door to invite the important people and guests. Well, Zoe Miranda was the person to be highlighted here. The white carpets had dark green borders at the edges and sides with tiny gold printed geometrical shapes. It looked rather like a Persian carpet. After all, it was just for the theme and also the event. The carpet did nothing much but being made into a pathway for all these important people to walk on. Glass heels, wooden wedges, and black polished shoes left slight footsteps on the white piece of material. It ought never to be used again. Poor carpet.

At the foyer a mini platform had been installed with a long table and four chairs. They had this long white satin cloth covering the table with sea green tassels dangling at the bottom. A vase of the same white lilies and the same white green pointy leaves was placed on the table. Mics were set up.A wine glass with white wine, better known as champagne, again to fit the theme.  Four metal chairs. One for Zoe herself, her manager, Miss Zara, her recording studio manager, Mr Humprey and the other was empty. No one knew whom was it for, but it was just empty.

Paparazzi's, reporters, journalists, and other people were all gathered and seated at the wooden benches provided right in the middle of the foyer where the ceilings were transparent and the sunlight rays glamorously passed through the panels and warmed everyone to a sunny mood.

Everyone was there. Even Zoe, her manager and the place's manager too. Three people but with four chairs. And after everyone settled, the host made his appearance with a sneak peek of one of Zoe's previous hit song. Everyone giggled including the beauteous Zoe herself. She took a sip of the champagne and then took out her mobile and messaged someone. With a smile, she stuffed the phone back into her clutch and paid attention to the gorgeously looking host.

"Hellloooo everybody. Ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to the debut launch of "Show Me" by the one and and only, the gorgeous, the sizzling, the demure elegant, the diva, the greatest of all, Zoe Miranda!!!" he said.

The fellow journalists and reporters clapped and then cameras began flashing 30 times a second.

"A bit exaggerating, isn't he heh?" Miss Zara whispered to Zoe while adjusting her spectacles.  

Zoe was just laughing the whole while. The seat beside her remained happy. She was not anxious about who was supposed to seat on it. It seemed she knew the person. Or  maybe, reserved the person the seat.

She was only smiling and laughing the whole time. The warm sunny rays from the sun did warm everyone up, including our Zoe Miranda.

Meanwhile....

The staffs and the General Director of Socks was already there. They were munching on tidbits and drinking red wine. Sarah was there too. Though being shocked of the response given by her best friend, housemate, Zoe, Sarah remained professional. She does not let her personal events rupture her mind during at work. But deep in, Sarah had a plan. Another plan. 

"You like him eh? Well we shall see who does he choose over?" Sarah monologued and sipped off the last bit of wine of glass before reaching for more.

"An artist who had been abused mentally and physically with nothing more to live on besides the grudge on her mother which was the reason why she became an artist or a chief writer for the top three magazine in town whose life maybe simple with nothing much besides to live as a future world renowned magazine editor-in-chief," again she spoke to herself while pouring the bloody red drink to her glass.

"Sarah & Brandon Co."

That was the name of their future magazine company, thought Sarah who had been planning all this.

It was a plan indeed. A plan soon to succeed.