Chapter 16

LAYLA

I put the phone down after I spoke to the manager of Jake Anderson and I just stare at my phone. It is clear that I am in shock and I do not even know how to react to anything. I know that I should go to my boss right now and quit but for some reason, my legs do not want to work. I know that Mark said that they will handle all the contractual problems but I feel it is just fair that Macy hears it from me.

Finally, I have the guts to get up and walk to Macy's office. I knock on the door and walk into the office, right up to her desk.

"What is wrong? It looks like you have seen a ghost?"

"I...uhm..."

"I am a busy person Layla, get on with it"

I just stare at her like someone that has been struck silent and then finally after I don't know how many minutes I say.

"I guess...I quit"

She instantly chokes on the coffee that I brought to her this morning. And all that she can say is.

"What?!"

I take a seat from across her desk and I can see she's not happy with me sitting there but I do not have much of a choice because I still feel like I want to faint.

"Yes, I just got a job offer with the Jake Anderson staff and they said I should quit"

I do not really look in her eyes not because I am afraid but because I'm still in shock. I do not have to look at her to wonder whether she is mad or not because I can feel her anger from where I'm sitting.

"You know that you can not just leave us like that no matter who has given you a job offer?! There are contracts and things that you have to consider?! What are you thinking?!"

I then stand up from where I was sitting and walk towards her door. Then I turn around as if I am a zombie of sorts and then I say.

"Yes...I know all that but I guess Jake Anderson's lawyers will contact you. I need to go home now..."

I know that she still wants to say something but I turn around and walk out the door. I realize that no one has treated her the way that I just did but I do not have time for formalities. I have to go and pack because I'm going on a world tour for six months starting tomorrow.

I walk all the way through the office and everyone is staring at me because there is still a coffee stain on my shirt but I do not care as I need to get home now. I'm still feeling like a zombie as my mind should still catch up with what is going on.

As I get out of the building I suddenly stop and turn around just staring at the building. I worked so hard to get where I am and now I'm leaving it all behind. Suddenly, I start to wonder what my sister-in-law and brother would think about what I'm doing now.

But then, secretly, I am thinking that this is the best thing that could happen to me. I feel a smile developing on my face and I realize how lucky I am to get a job with Jake Anderson. Then I look at my watch and I know that I am not nearly prepared for what tomorrow is going to bring.

I know that I need to go and do research about what Laura suggested for Jake. I need to go and get some clothes of my own. I need to make sure what style he likes. Suddenly, my heart starts to race out of control because the fear of not getting it right suddenly fills my heart.

What if I suggest something and it is not what he wants? Will they fire me and then I am without a job again?

"Oh god, Layla. What were you thinking?"

I start to think whether this was the right decision or not as I walk as fast as I can back home. There are so many things that I have to get done before tomorrow morning.

JAKE

I wake up the morning of the world tour and I would lie if I say that I am not nervous. I am not nervous because I will be performing before thousands or even millions but I am nervous because I do not know what the wolf in me will do. I took the liberty of getting a good supply of pills that will calm me down.

I asked the doctor to get me the strongest pill so that I can basically sleep after I took it. I start to gather my things and I put on my clothes in which include my hoodie. I have to stay out of the public eye and I do not want them to see me. I do not want them to notice that I am different.

I know that they probably will not even know that something is wrong but to me, something is wrong and I do not have control over this thing that decided to take my body for its pleasure. The time has arrived for me to get into the car with Bruno.

I haven't seen him in quite a while as I have distanced myself from any other people. I get into the car and then he turns to me saying.

"It is good to see you again, sir"

"Same here, Bruno. Why don't you just get us safely to the Airfield"

Luckily, I do not have to walk through the masses of people as I have my own private plane. He nods his head and then starts the car. I watch as the scenery passes me by and I realize how much I have missed being with people. I watch them as they just go about their normal lives and they are free from anything that could bound them.

Before I could turn into a wolf, I was lonely but now the loneliness has turned into almost anxiety of dying alone one day. I do not know if I will ever be able to have a normal friendship or just go on a date. Life for me has changed forever.

Finally, we have reached the plane and as I get out of the limo my manager is right there ready to greet me. He wants to pull me in for a hug but I stop him.

"Are we ready to go?"

He takes a step back as if he is not sure how to react to me not wanting to hug him.

"Yes...we are just waiting for a few more people"

LAYLA

The morning arrives that is going to change my life forever. I haven't slept much because I was thinking about what Jake Anderson likes but not just that I was also packing and doing research. Then I look at my watch and I realized that I will be late if I do not leave right away.

I hear the hooter outside and I know that my cab is here. I quickly grab my suitcases and I realized that I might have overpacked but then again what do you pack for six months. When everything is in the cab we make our way to the airfield. I start to feel even more nervous the closer we get to the field as I have no idea what to expect.

I open the door and then get out all my suitcases. I can barely hold everything as I make my way to the ticket counter.

"Ah, you must be Layla?"

I look over in the direction of where the voice is coming from and I see a short woman with black hair. She has a big grin on her face and I know that she must be Stacy.