It was Monday morning, and I walked into a huge building made out of windows, I had a meeting with Luke Hemmings’ management, normally I would just meet with the client, but because he’s famous, I had to be even more careful.
I walked into a big room, filled with sofas, and a huge desk with a couple of people behind it, the whole building was really fancy, a little dark-haired woman behind the desk looked at me, “who are you?” she asked looking at her computer “Charli Williams” I announced, she nodded, and told me to sit down and wait till they were ready for me.
About 5 minutes later a little fat lady came out of the lift, and walked towards me, “you must be Charli” the lady said, I nodded, “yes” I shook her hand, and she motioned for me to follow her inside of the lift where she came from, “I’m Vivian Brown, nice to meet you” the lift stopped, and we went down a long hall, “I’m very happy that you agreed to help Luke, you seem perfect for him” we made a turn to the left, and she opened a brown door, “I hope I am”.
The room was little and there was a round table in the middle of it, a dark tall man sat in one of the chairs, “please sit down” Vivian said, and sat down herself, I nodded.
“I’m Brian Johansson” the dark man said, and shook my hand, “Charli” I smiled, and took place next to Vivian.
“So how is this going to work?” Brian asked, I cleared my throat, “well I’m going to live with Mr. Hemmings for the next 4 weeks, I will follow him almost everywhere, or at least check up on him every 3 or 4 hours, depending on how well he’s doing.” Brian wrote down notes on a piece of paper, “I assume that you have some circumstances because of his fame?” I asked giving Vivian a serious look, she nodded.
“Only a few, you can’t use your own surname, the media will find out what you are then, and we will hack everything you have related to your job on the internet and delete it, and change your name, you can’t upload pictures to your Facebook they are all deleted, and you can’t under any circumstances tell anybody what or who you really are, if anybody ask you, you are Charli Smith an aspiring actress, who is just one of Luke’s friends” I nodded, and took a sip of the water bottle placed in front of me.
“We would also prefer if you didn’t sleep with him” I choked on the water in my mouth, and coughed trying to empty my throat.
“Don’t worry about that, our relationship will be strictly professional” I said hoarse.
Vivian nodded “good, I assume you want to meet Luke now, and get your things moved in, he has nothing scheduled in the next week, we want him to get used to you first” Vivian said, and stood up, I nodded “yeah, that sounds good” my face was still red after choking on the water. I did not expect them to say that, of course I’ve had clients who has hit on me, but never have I heard the people paying me saying that I should keep it in my pants, it was probably because I was so young.
Luke’s apartment was nothing like my other clients, it was stylish, and it looked like it was taken right out of a catalogue.
I placed my bags on the floor, Vivian came in behind me, “do you like it?” I nodded, it was beautiful, the kitchen was completely clean, “yeah”.
The kitchen was open, there was one wall between the kitchen and the staircase, and there were two rooms next to the stairs. I assumed one of them were a bathroom. The living room also looked untouched, there were a big TV in front of a window, and a long grey couch.
“Luke?” Vivian called, she walked closer to one of the doors, he opened it when she was right about to pull the handle, it swung open, and inside stood a tall boy with blonde hair, pierced lips and blue eyes. He was wearing black skinny jeans, with holes in the knees, and a red flannel shirt.
“Hello Luke” Vivian said, she looked at him with worry in her eyes, “how are you doing?” he shrugged, he avoided Vivian’s gaze, I think he felt ashamed.
“Who’s she?” he quickly asked looking at me, changing the subject.
“I’m your sober companion, my name is Charli” I reached out my hand, but he ignored it, “I don’t need you, I’m clean” Luke said rather annoyed, and looked down “I’m the one deciding if you’re clean or not” I said coolly, staring into his eyes, he looked away.
Vivian nodded, I hope that made her trust me a little more. A lot of people thought that I were too young, and didn’t trust me with the addicts, the only reason why I think Luke’s management picked me was because I was young, and didn’t look suspicious next to Luke.
“Now that that’s settled will you show her her room?” Vivian asked, he shrugged, and went upstairs, I followed him.
Upstairs wasn’t as big as downstairs, it had three rooms, “here” he said and pointed to the room to the left “and that’s the bathroom” he said pointing to the room in the middle, and walked downstairs again. I followed him to get my luggage, and said goodbye to Vivian, “I’ll visit later” she said before she left.
I used the rest of the day to unpack, I also thought it was important to give Luke some space for now, and get used to the thought of me.
I knocked on the door to the room Luke was in before, and walked in. Luke was sitting in a chair in front of a computer, the rest of the room was empty, except for a couple of shelves, “you’ll have to do a drug test” I said, I had to be strict with my patients, being nice doesn’t do shit, and the drug test will show if he’s been high recently, and if so how long since.
To my surprise Luke just sighed, and stood up, I gave him a cup, and he went into what I then got confirmed was the bathroom.
A couple of minutes later he came out with the cup half filled, and gave it to me, “thank you” I said, he went back into the room with the computer.
I took the test and dipped it into the urine, then I took it up again and laid it on a piece of paper, it was almost like a pregnancy test.
A couple of minutes later I took the test, and went into the computer room, “you’re clean, congrats” I stated, Luke gave me a ‘told you so’ look and looked back on the screen.
“I think that it’s important that we talk, will you follow me into the living room?” Luke looked at me annoyed, “about what?” he asked, looking back at me “about your drug problem” I answered, he sighed angrily, but followed me into the living room.
“Tell me how it started” I commanded, Luke rolled his eyes “I don’t have a drug problem, the management is freaking out over nothing” he hissed, “I did drugs once or twice, and now they’re sending me a stuck up bitch, to babysit me the next fucking weeks” he barked. “I don’t have a problem, so please pack your bags, and move you fucking twat, I don’t need you” Luke stormed upstairs I could hear him lock the door.
I sad in the sofa completely flabbergasted, that’s more than what you usually can get out of a client. I did not believe that he only had gotten high once or twice.
I brushed my teeth and went upstairs ready to sleep, Luke didn’t have any plans for tomorrow, but I wanted to get up early anyways.
I woke up around midnight not able to fall back to sleep, so I decided to go downstairs to watch some TV, that’s what I usually did when I couldn’t sleep.
I was surprised that when I went downstairs Luke was sitting in the sofa watching something, “hey” I mumbled, Luke turned around and looked at me, but he didn’t say anything. I sat down next to him, “couldn’t sleep?” he asked, I shook my head “it takes time for me to adjust to a new place, a new bed, what about you?” I asked yawning.
“I couldn’t sleep either” he said, that showed me that it was possible that it was less than a week ago since he last got high, the drug test could only tell by 3 days.
The commercials were over and ‘How I met your mother’ returned, “I love that show” I said smiling, Luke looked at me “so the stuck up bitch can smile” I laughed at that comment, “yeah, being a stuck up bitch is just a part of the job”
“So, you like having fun and stuff?” I rolled my eyes, “not your kind of fun” I answered unamused.
Luke sighed “I can already feel that you’re going to be a pain in the ass”
“That’s also a part of the job” Luke laughed at that comment. We sat in silence for a couple of minutes, I could finally feel myself getting tired, “goodnight” I mumbled, and went back upstairs.