5 years later…
'AMYRA! AMYRA! QUEEN AMY!' Those were fierce shoots from Amyra's fans.
'Ahhh! please, your autograph' she ignored all of them and continued, putting on her shades as her bodyguards barricaded the crowd from her. She entered her nanny van and breath Ed a sigh of relief. Sometimes it wasn't easy being the queen of showbiz_ you heard her right, she entered the entertainment industry and her carrier sky rocketed so fast.
'Amyra you have to go to Huanyu hotel right now. You have an important appointment.'
'Hmmm…' Amyra replied as her makeup artist re touched her makeup_ she had to look flawless at all times.
She arrived 30 minutes late prior to the time she had to. In the dimly lit room, Calhoun was seated in a simple t-shirt and jeans, elbow resting on knees and hands cradling face. He looked up when the door swang open and Amyra in all her glory moved in sashaying gracefully_Calhoun at this moment was at her mercy.
'Amyra_' he looked at her, eyes filled with earnest and all the haughty, cold and tyrannical look he always had was no where. Well that's because she made sure he lost everything he held dear. He was also as totallyuseless piece of shit. His devilishlly handsome look was now?a myth. He had crow's feet at the corner of his eyes, stubble, eye bags and most importantly a scar down his left jaw.
'Did you wait long?' Amyra asked flipping her hair and crossing her legs as she sat.
'Not at all' In fact, he had waited a full hour. He poured her a glass of wine.
'How was your day?' he greeted.
'It was good until you came a long. So why do you want to see me?'
'Please! Let my family off at least. I don't care what happens to me but please forgive them. They are not to blame in any case. I don't want to implicate them.' Calhoun's palm were placed together pleadingly.
'Well you should have thought about that before implicating my mother back then.'Amyra stood up to leave_ she wouldn't have stepped here in the first place had she known it was him she had to meet.
'Please!' Calhoun rushed and touched her perfectly manicured feet. She kicked him away but she relentlessly held on, kowtowing to her_she would still not forgive him.
She kicked him away even harder this time and he fell in a heap.
'AMYRA!' Calhoun called after her.