The Billionaire's Medal's Lover

May 10th

Creek Hill Bentley.

A spacious room lavished with quality materials of choices could be spotted. The room is sprayed with pictures of a lady singing. Posters are all-around only one face could be spotted; that of Olivia Harmony, the best pop singer in the world.

"Call my name and I'll reach out to you," Is the famous slogan she uses.

 The room is painted with blue gel while stickers of Olivia rest in every corner of the room. At the right-hand corner of the room, there is a table lavished with magazines__they all carried the beautiful pop singer's face and name on their home page.

Under the table, a small white paper containing the day's schedule rested below it as it had no hope that anyone might find it.

At the other end of the room was a large window with the curtains drawn closed hiding the light from entering the room.

At the center of the large room stood a queen's bed, enormous and unfortunately rumpled. On it laid a lady who had wrapped her head up in white sheets and her snores could be heard all across the street of Bentley.

The cool weather is welcoming and so is the mold to draw her life sleep too, she enjoyed herself as she moaned peacefully. Her dream since she was two years old was to become a pop singer, and when she started singing at five, no one could stop her shine.

Her pride has been her which she carries on her back everything she goes on stage.

 At twenty-five, Olivia Harmony had slammed the door on men's faces who had proposed to her. She vehemently believed that remaining single will give her more liberty to enjoy her free life.

"I am only twenty-five, I'll settle down when I turn ninety. If you are ready to wait for such a short time then I might accept your proposal to be your wife,"

Was the framed-up reply she came up with to reject the several men who came banging at her door for marriage.

Although Olivia was only twenty-five years, she lived her life as a free bird having no cage to bind her unless she had a manager who was not just like her and censored her movements.

"Artists don't move around freely especially not from place to place, you will give people reasons to talk about you,"  were the words he always spat at her face.

They have known each other for fifteen years, and their bond was now like a father-and-daughter relationship with him being supportive all the way.

Olivia was asleep when a buzzing sound came to her ear and made her stir awake.

"Who the hell is calling at this time?" she murmured as she hit her hand on the bed searching for her phone.

The vibration kept coming until she had to grab it and switch it to the right without even checking on the caller ID.

Olivia owned an iPhone nine and the dingy gel on her phone was her favorite color__baby blue. As she pressed the phone to her ears, her eyes were still locked as she feared that light might enter her eyes causing the sleep in her eyes to evaporate.

"Who do I owe my life to?" she asked.

This was her normal tagline especially when she popped the phone to her ears.

"Don't tell me you are still sleeping, oh my God, you have a dream Olivia and you have to live it," came in Mr. Jordan Miller's voice.

He is Olivia's music manager and his duty was to make a schedule for the busy pop singer who had already succeeded to keep climbing the ladder to success. To him, every day's success is not enough but a lifetime victory whereby your name will remain on the lips of every generation is a good plan.