The Manager

When Jo an insanely pretty twenty two year old girl is hired to be One Directions new manager, the band all fall head over heels and is told to keep their relationship a secret. And secrets are meant to be told.


23. Zara Leon

Jo's P.O.V.
I knew I couldn't avoid the situation any longer, it's been about three days since I told the boys, I couldn't stall any longer.
I walked down the street to Harry's apartment hoping that him or Louis would open the door. As I was walking I came across a little magazine kiosk I couldn't believe my eyes. . . on the front page of every magazine was me with a big stamp across me that read, tramp in big red capital letters. My jaw literally dropped. As I read the cover story article, yes the COVER STORY!!!! It read,

"Jo Brooke (Jordan Brooke) hired to be One Directions manager a few months ago managed to date all of them. And believe it or not she is showing. But who is the father you may ask? Harry Styles. Apparently the two did not even date but one thing led to another at the club, Shooting Star now look at the outcome? The troubled twenty-two year old can not even look out for herself and her grandmother has been secretly looking after her. When Jo was at a young age her mother died and never taught her right from wrong maybe that's why she gave her first born up for adoption with no support." 

THAT IS IT! I HAVE HAD ENOUGH OF THIS!!! At the bottom corner of the page  it said, 

Article by Zara Leon

I pulled out my phone and quickly dialed the number, she answered on the fourth ring. 
"Hi my name is Ava Royce I was wondering if you would be interested in buying a article idea about Jo Brooke" I offered in my fake voice.
"That would be wonderful can we make an appointment in a half hour at 116 Mercer Street apartment 9A in Manhattan?" She asked I could feel that fake smile plastered on her face from the phone. 
"Sounds great see you there" I smiled then pressed end.

No one messes with me. . .

*Thirty Minutes Later*

I stood I front of  apartment 9A on 116 Mercer street and rang the doorbell.
"Who is it?" Zara called.
"Ava Royce" I replied and plastered that fake smile on again. Zara opened up the door with a "welcoming" smile on her face, until she recognized me. That wiped that annoying grin right off of her tan face. She had long straight ash colored hair and wore tall black heels like mine. I walked into her apartment. 
"Your not Ava, Jo" she pointed out.
"Really Zara?" I said sarcastically. "Here's how it's going to go down Zara, your going to give me some information then you are going to tell the press that it was all a big lie" I hissed. 
"And if I don't?"
"I trust that you will do the right thing because I'm pretty sure a reporters job is to speak the truth and that is not it" I informed. "So tell me, who told you about my personal life? Are you stalking me?"
"Well did you know your grandmother looks after a teenage exchange student and your walls are very thin. Aaron well he's an 'exchange student'" Zara stated. Aaron came out and wrapped his arm around her then gave her a kiss. He had coal black short hair and wore jeans and a graphic t-shirt.
"Why are you doing this?" I questioned.
"Because you stole my love from me, Kyle. He cheated on me to date you, he was my first love. Kyle stopped hanging out with me as much and whenever he came back to see me he always had traces of pink lip gloss and smelled like perfume. . . just like yours. I only continued to date him to get my vengeance on you, to find you. Now that I have ruined your future career my work here is done. And I admit I made up most of those things" she admitted. 
"Like?" I asked.
"How you can't look after yourself and that your grandmother had to look after you, how your troubled, that your showing, and how you put your first born up for adoption with no support. And now that my mission is complete she out her phone up to her ear. "Kyle! Were through! I was just using you to get to Jo, you know the one who you  cheated on me with. Goodbye" she asserted then hung up.
"That wasn't harsh at all" I said sarcastically then left. 

As I was walking to the elevator I pulled out my tape recorder from my coat pocket and pressed stop and left with a smirk on my face.

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