Bentley's miserable little office was just like him: dirty, disgusting and disorganized. Papers were crammed everywhere possible. His inbox was nowhere in sight. His desk sat in the middle of the chaos. And there he was: sickened. Hailey wasn't sure if it was from his office or his all-around mood."You rang?" Hailey asked, sitting in a chair and propping her feet on his cluttered desk. A few papers fell off.
"Yes, Maxwell. I have a new assignment for you," he announced.
"Whoopdie-doo, you dragged me in this rat hole to tell me that?"
"No, this is probably one of our biggest assignments. Do you think you can handle it?"
"Depends. Two questions: how much am I going to get paid and is it really worth that much?"
Bentley laughed at her. "You always are so straight to the point. I admire that in you. You're going to get double what you get now."
"Is it worth it?"
"Yes. You remember the breakup of the Backstreet Boys, don't you?" he asked.
"Sort of. It was a big legal hassle. It was so hush-hush, no one knew the absolute reason of the breakup. No one."
"...Until now." Bentley smiled.
"So you're telling me that I'm going to interview some stuck-up Backstreet brat for a measly double pay?"
"Yes and you get to keep your job. If you don't take it, you're fired."
"That's unfair!" she yelled.
"Well, not everything is meant to be fair, Hailey. Here's all the information. You are dismissed." Before she left he added sarcastically, "Have a nice day!"
Hailey flipped Percy off, and then shut the door, causing him to burst on in his raspy laughing. For once, he had the upper hand of the argument.
"Sonova -"
"Hello, Miss Hailey!" a perky, male voice called behind her. Immediately, she sighed and rolled her eyes. David.