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Cruz’s hands were shaking a little, even when he grabbed his own jacket to try to stop it. He also felt sweat on them, but that could be the heating of the building. Ever since he put a foot inside, he imagined himself in the swimming pool with a cold soda waiting for him when he got out. Where they really that cold? Granted, it was winter… but that level was kinda weird.
It’s not like the fifteen years old had time to think much about it. Soon, the doors to the main office were open, and on the other side was a tall buffed man on his forties with black hair and deep blue eyes that everyone known as Mr. D. He was the director of the HBSociety, a company that just seemed to came out of nowhere and became famous overnight. They were managing careers for a lot of stars, like Cruz’s older brothers.
—It’s a pleasure to finally meet the last one of the Beckhams! —Exclaimed Mr. D, shaking Cruz’s hand—. I’ve been wanting the whole package for quite a while.
—T-thanks, sir —said the younger one, with a big smile on his face.
—Please, take a seat.
Both, David and Cruz, sat in front of the director and waited some minutes while he took out a lot of different papers and put them in front of the boy’s father to read them. Cruz had already figured out that they’ll talk about some type of contract, but he wasn’t sure what Mr. D wanted exactly. A model? A singer? It was well known that the company had a lot of those already, both young and adult, so he didn’t know what he could give them. Some of the other guys had more followers, bigger careers and even more talent.
—So, you surely know this company, right? —asked Mr. D.
—Just a little. My brother Romeo told me that his last photoshoot on L’Uomo Vogue was all thanks to you.
The pictures of Romeo that made all Instagram and Twitter went wild. Showing his chest, his abs and everyone just wanted a piece of him. A taste of his lips, to run their tongues all over Romeo’s torso. Of course, little Cruz was one of them. Just thinking about those photos now and he almost hard already.
—Oh, yeah. It was a great job, wasn’t it? Well, that’s what we do around here, and you can do too.
—Modeling? —Cruz asked.
—Not just modeling. Singing, acting, everything you’ll think, we can help. I’m quite sure your father here also can, he’s a big name, but you also saw the results with us. Romeo is doing good.
That was true. His brother seemed to be enjoying it. Not just for the Vogue thing. Everytime Cruz called him, he always ended up a bit jealous: of all the celebs he was meeting, of the projects he was working on, the funny videos he was making with them… The youngest boy felt like a kid again, when sometimes he had to be all on his own because everyone was busy.
If he accepted this chance, they could be together again, without a stupid girl getting in the middle of them. That fucking Mia… Since she appeared, Romeo didn’t have time for him. They would spend all day in Romeo’s room and Cruz would have to pretend that he wasn’t hearing a girl while he jerk off to his brother’s noises. She just ruined everything.
Of course, the fact that Romeo was single again made his fans more active. All the girls wanted to be the next Mia, but that would never happen. Cruz would make sure of it.
—It’s your call, Cruz —said David, who just finished reading the papers—. I’m the one signing this, but at the end it’s your decision.
—I won’t lie to you, it’s a lot of work. You’ll meet new people and have fun, but that’s not everything you came here to do. Is that clear? —added Mr. D.
—Y-yes, sir. Don’t worry, I’ll be serious about this.
—Does that mean that you’ll join us?
Cruz wasn’t completely sure. He didn’t know what kind of career he would made with the HBSociety or if he was really ready to work for a bigger career, but that didn’t matter. He wanted Romes. He wanted to hear his brother because they were in the same room, not because of the phone. He wanted their relationship to be like before, and he was going to get it.
—Yes. Dad, sign those, please.
David showed him the biggest smile he ever had and soon all the paperwork was done. Meanwhile, Mr. D just circled his desk and approached Cruz.
—Welcome to the HBSociety, young man. I look forward to work with you from now on.
They hugged, and Cruz could swear that he felt both Mr. D’s hands on his arse.