To Cure the Playboy

"Leslie, hurry up!" screamed my best friend Beth. She doesn't understand how crucial it is for me to actually look presentable at work, while a messy bun will suffice for an employee in the finance department at Harrison Inc. like herself.

I slicked my brown hair into a professional bun and took one look in the mirror before exiting the bathroom. My grey dress looked bland, boring and predictable, but that was my attire every day. I looked professional at the least and that's all that mattered.

Beth was standing impatiently in the front doorway, adding a dramatic effect by tapping her foot. She had her trademark messy bun, but she still looked gorgeous.

As always.

"I swear if it takes you this long to get ready here, I can't imagine how long it took you at your old place."

I chuckled half-heartedly. She was right; I did take forever to get ready, but only because I'm in front of cameras and press almost every day, talking about someone else's life.

I've been living with Beth for a couple of weeks now. After I was kicked out of the apartment I was living in comfortably with my former boyfriend...by him himself. He had to make room for his new girlfriend, a woman that I used to trust.

I should have believed everyone at Harrison Inc. when they said he was a slimy bastard. He's a lawyer, Garret's former lawyer when they were going through that investment scandal, a decade older than me and loaded with cash. I should have known it was too good to be true.

But I've moved on. I'm focused on my job and have blocked out any desires for a love life. Men are all the same anyway.

I grabbed my phone and purse off of the coffee table and walked to the door. My phone was buzzing with calls and missed emails from various magazines that wanted an interview with Garret, or wanted some questions answered that were not going to be answered either way.

As we walked down the hallway towards the elevator, Beth deemed it appropriate to talk about Gustavo, the janitor that she is having a "scandalous affair" with. Beth's definition of a scandal is completely different from mine. I kept trying to explain to her that Gustavo sneaking snacks from the vending machine to you for free is not a scandalous love affair, but she is completely insular to the words that come out of my mouth.

Blondes.

"So, Gustavo unlocked the vending machine again for me yesterday,” She said excitedly as we walked into the elevator. I glanced at her once, with a judgmental look in my eyes.

"Let me guess, was its Cheetos or Pop tarts? Because Pop tarts would mean that your affair has gone to a higher level.” She nudged me playfully and I laughed. The first time I truly laughed in a while.

now: Beth and Gustavo's secret affair. A janitor and a woman in financing. I would be shunned, ashamed. The very sound of it is so exciting,” She pressed the elevator button for the garage, smiling at the thought of her and Gustavo. I rolled my eyes and

as I was waiting for the elevator door to open. I looked up to

it now?"

"You know, Caleb seems to really like you from what I've

elevator doors opened and walked ahead of Beth, so I wouldn't have

himself, Caleb looked at my resume and called me in. I suppose he thinks

her to open the door. She jogged impressively in her stiletto heels and reached me, almost out of

She asked between breaths.

"You were the one who was complaining

reason you ran from me,” She

may I remind you that we are taking my car. You can easily hop in

"Yes, but carpooling is easier," I argued "and plus, I'm paying for gas remember?"

She had been pestering me to get back on the dating train ever since my former boyfriend kicked me out. I kept trying

will make you forget about Hudson. You used to be so happy and now

was insulting me she was right, but I wasn't ready for a

By my silence Beth knew that I didn't want to talk about it anymore, and she put the keys into the ignition. Once the car was on she pulled out of the garage and drove down the

turning on the radio to KIIS FM. Right when it landed on the station, the gossip they were speaking about caught my attention for the first time since our daily car rides

Garret Harrison's son, Sebastian Harrison, right?" A woman speaker said. Everyone in the

was spotted leaving a hotel two nights ago, with the Italian super model Maria Lombardi. She was obviously intoxicated and was barely able to walk,”

hotel?" A man asked jokingly. Everyone

old raisin tight-wad, Garret,” Beth said as she turned the

a tight-wad, and he doesn't look like

Leslie. I can't understand how Sebastian is related to Garret.

ended up saying a rude remark to Garret which immediately changed my outlook on him. Lucky for me, the second time he visited Harrison Inc. I was out sick. He ended up bringing a swarm of paparazzi with him, and the security guards were outnumbered. It was a

see him anymore, considering he's rude and inconsiderate. But he's supposed to visit next week again, some important business dealing with Garret, I'm not sure. I'll just have