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Jet Lag	By : GatesVengeance Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 1638 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not know Avenged Sevenfold personally, nor am i affiliated with them in any way. This story is a work of fiction. I make no profit whatsoever from this story.

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Chapter 2:
A few hours later and the first of many business meetings with his new client was over, making Brian Haner let out a gigantic sigh of relief. He had tried immensely hard to be pleasant and friendly with Zack but as the lunch went on, the other man continued getting ruder and ruder. He exchanged numbers with the younger man before he climbed back into the long, black limo that was waiting for him outside of the restaurant, Johnny’s head poking from the window as he climbed into the back seat.
“How was lunch today, sir?” Johnny asked happily as he pulled out onto the road.
“It was fine.” Brian said shortly, scrolling through the numbers on his BlackBerry until it settled on his boss’ name. “Do you think you could close the window between us? I need to make a private phone call.” He said, not even bothering to look at the driver.
Johnny inwardly groaned before responding, “Anything you wish, sir.”
Brian only glanced up to watch the black screen block the sight and sound of the driver, only pushing ‘dial’ on the device once there was no sight whatsoever of the other man. He held the phone up to his ear and only had to hear it ring no more then three times before it was answered.
“Matthew Sanders speaking.” He heard his boss’s voice on the other end of the phone.
“Matt, its Brian.” Brian said shortly. He paused for a moment but there was no noise from the other end of the line. “You told me to contact you once I’d finished with Zack.”
“Ah, yes.” Matt responded, a slight realization washing over him. “How did it go? Do we have him?”
“Yes, I’ve gotten him to agree to sign a deal with us. All I need is the contract printed and sent to me.” Brian said, almost robotically.
“Is that all? Was it that easy?” Matt pressed.
“Well, he wasn’t the easiest of clients to persuade.” Brian admitted. “He’s also not the easiest to get along with.”
“Brian, what did you say to him?” Matt asked, a sign of sheer panic was evident in his voice.
"I didn’t say anything that bad.” Brian answered but he knew his boss wouldn’t believe it. “Why does it matter anyway?” He asked quickly. “We almost have him. All we need is to sign the contract and he’s agreed to pay me the fifteen percent I deserve to have for managing such a spoilt brat.”
Matt sighed through the phone. “I hope you didn’t fuckin’ tell him that.”
“It doesn’t matter if I did or didn’t.” Brian answered simply, trying to hide the truth.
“Brian.” Matt growled through the phone. “You better not have just ruined a great deal.”
“I don’t know why you think I have.” Brian sighed, glancing out from behind his tinted windows, watching as people continued walking past his car while he was stopped at a red light. “I was definitely surprised when he told me he didn’t want to be involved with porn anymore.”
“He doesn’t?”
“No, he says he wants to get into modeling.” Brian groaned. “I told him I could help him.”
He heard Matt groan. “You will certainly have your work cut out for you in that regard. Have you decided when you will be signing said contract?”
"No. I told him I would speak to you first and then contact him.” Brian responded, completely over the conversation with his superior. “Can you fax them to me today so I can get this over and done with?”
“I hope you don’t think you’ll be going home straight away.” Matt said sharply.
“Why not?”
“You know there is a certain amount of work you must complete that can be only done in L.A.”
Brian gritted his teeth together, his temper flaring. “How long will that take?”
Even though he couldn’t see him, he just knew that Matt had a large smirk on his face. “However long it takes.” He answered simply. “I don’t see why you don’t just move back here.”
“Because I don’t want to.” Brian snapped.
“You watch your tone with me, Haner.” Matt snarled. “You might find that soon enough you will have to move back to Los Angeles.”
“Make me.” Brian said simply, knowing full well that it would infuriate his boss.
“You need to get your act together otherwise you might find yourself out of a job, Haner.” Matt spat. “I will fax the contract through to the Hilton, which is where you will be staying. You get it signed and back to me by tomorrow or consider your ass fired.”
Brian didn’t even get to respond before the line went dead. He pulled his BlackBerry away from his ear and cancelled out of the call before he slid it into his pocket. His eyes found themselves staring intently out of the car window again, eagerly watching the many people outside enjoying the bright sunny day that downtown L.A. always seemed to have.
It was only a few minutes before he felt the car slowly pulling to a stop and the black window that was previously separating them wound down in front of him. “We’re here, sir.” Johnny’s cheering voice echoed from the front as he pulled into the ‘drop off’ zone of the hotel.
“Thank you, Johnny.” Brian replied graciously, climbing out of the car when it had come to a complete stop. He watched the shorter driver climb out from the front seat and run around to the boot, opening it and handing him the small black bag.
“How long are you in L.A. for this time, Mr. Haner?” Johnny asked cheerfully, although his eyes showed nothing but malice.
“I’m not sure now.” Brian answered simply, barely paying attention. “But I’m sure I’ll need your services again whilst I’m here. Thank you.” He added before he walked into the entrance of the hotel, not bothering to take another glance at the other man.
He walked up to the reception desk, Italian shoes clicking on the tiled floor as he reached the desk and a pretty, blonde girl looked up with a big smile on her face as she saw just who was standing there. “Welcome to the Hilton Los Angeles, my name is Michelle. How can I help you today?”
“I’m just here to check in under Haner.” Brian said simply, his frustration evident as he watched the woman click through her computer.
“Mr. Sanders has already paid for everything. I just need your signature.” Michelle mumbled as she handed him a pen and piece of paper, which he signed without hesitation. “Thank you. You’re in room number 1607 for the duration of your stay. If you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask. We hope you enjoy your time here at the Hilton Los Angeles.”
Brian reached down and snatched the key card out of the receptionist’s hands, mumbling a barely audible “thank you” before walking quickly towards the lift. He pressed the button and almost instantly, he heard the lift ping and its gold doors spread apart and he quickly stepped inside, pushing the number ‘16’ button and waiting patiently as the lift slowly travelled from the bottom floor to almost halfway up where he was staying. The lift pinged again once he’d reached his destination. He stepped out of the small area and walked along the corridor, very relieved that he didn’t have to spend his trip upwards with any other.
He quickly approached his door, key card at the ready as he slid it into the marked slot, pulling it out when the light turned green and pushing the handle to enter what was going to be his home for the next however long he would be there for. His left hand traced the wall for the light switch and turned it on and looked to see his new room.
He closed the door behind him as he stepped fully into his new room, admiring just how much work and detail would have gone into it. Everything in the room was white except for the black television and the stainless steel sink and microwave. He placed his bag on the floor next to the bed and made his way through the room, pleasantly surprised with what he was seeing. His smile grew wider when he saw the small balcony that sat outside of the room, overlooking out onto the busy roads of the city below him.
He pushed open the sliding door and stepped out onto the little terrace balcony, taking a seat on the white chrome chair, thankful that Matt had gotten him a ‘smoker’s room’ as he pulled out his packet of Marlboro’s from the breast pocket of his suit. He put the thin, white stick between his lips before he lit it up with his trusty black lighter. He inhaled the rich, tobacco scent before exhaling a deep breath, watching the smoke as it billowed away from him in the strong gust.
After a few minutes, the cigarette was completely gone and stubbed out in the crystal ashtray that was placed on the middle of the table. His fingers flipped open the small carton of his cigarettes and pulled out another one. He put it between his lips again and lit it up; enjoying the taste he knew was bad for him but didn’t really care as he savored every single inhale and exhale.
After his second, immensely satisfying cigarette, he stubbed it out in the ashtray before walking back inside of his room. He closed the sliding door behind him and reached for a breath mint in his pant pocket. He sat down on the pristine white leather couch and grabbed the remote, turning on the television to see what was on. He finally settled on an old episode of The Simpsons that he seen a hundred times before as he pulled out his BlackBerry and scrolled through his emails, skimming through the one from his boss, which was nothing more then he’d already been told.
He was barely finished reading one email when the phone in his room started ringing. He pulled himself off of the couch and walked over to the bed, picking up the white receiver and holding it firmly to his ear as he sat down on the bed, “Brian Haner speaking.”
“Hello Mr. Haner, its Michelle from reception.” Michelle said from the other end of the phone, her voice squeaking slightly as she spoke. “I’ve just received a fax from your boss with a lot of pages of information. He said it was urgent that you received this.”
“Thank you.” Brian answered. “Is there any way you would be able to deliver this to me to save me the trip down?”
“Yes, of course sir.” Michelle said enthusiastically. “I’ll have Timmy-”
“No.” Brian cut in. “Are you the only one to see these pages?”
There was a slight hesitation from the woman before she answered. “Yes, I am.”
“Then I want you to bring them up to me personally.” Brian said sharply. “Those pages are strictly confidential and I don’t want any more eyes seeing them. Can you have them brought up to me immediately?”
“Yes, sir. I will be up in a few minutes.”
“Thank you.” Brian mumbled, hanging up the phone without a second hesitation.
He quickly walked back over to the coffee table where his BlackBerry lay unattended. He picked it up and quickly scrolled through the numbers, finally settling on his new clients number, pushing ‘dial’ and holding the small device up to his ear. There were a few rings before the person on the other end of the line answered.
“Hello?” Zack’s voice croaked from the other end.
“Zack, its Brian Haner.” Brian said professionally. There was a slight pause where neither said a word before Brian decided he would. “I am ringing you to inform you that I have your contract drawn up and I require you to come over as soon as you can to sign it for me.”
“Does it have to be right now?” Zack moaned.
“My boss requires your signature before tomorrow.” Brian stated plainly.
Zack groaned. “Alright, I’ll be over there in half an hour.”
“I will see you then. Room 1607 of the Hilton Los Angeles.” Brian replied before hanging up the phone and placing it back on the table in front of him.
It was then that he heard a sharp knocking on the door. He stood up and straightened his expensive suit before taking the few steps to the door. He opened the door to see the same pretty, blonde girl from reception standing there was a beaming smile.
“Here you go, Mr. Haner.” Michelle beamed as she handed him the important documents that were hidden inside of a manila folder. “Anything else you require?” She added, the look in her eyes hinted at something a little more then professional.
Brian looked far from impressed. “No, thank you.” He said sharply, closing the door in the woman’s face, retreating back into his room and sitting back down on the couch.
He spread out the manila folder with all its many pieces of paper, reading through it as he went to make sure that he knew absolutely everything that was going into the contract just in case Zack happened to have any questions at all about it. He pulled out the ball point pen from his pocket and signed and dated on the required line of the last page.
He had just finished reading through every last detail when he heard a soft knock at the door. He stood up sharply, straightening his suit as he approached the door. He pulled the door in towards him as he saw a very nervous looking Zack standing there, hands dug into the pockets of a very old pair of jeans.
“Come in.” Brian gestured, stepping to the side and watching the young man walk past him into the room. He closed the door and turned to his client. “The contract is on the coffee table. Please take as long as you like to read and sign it.”
Zack trudged over to the table and picked up the pen on the table. He flicked through to the last page and signed and dated it on the line above his name. He turned his head to look at a confused Brian. “Is that the only place I need to sign?”
“Well, yes, but don’t you want to read it first?” Brian pressed as he moved to sit on the second white couch in the room.
“Nah, not really.” Zack answered offhandedly, leaning back on the couch he was sitting on. “Oh, actually. Is there a set time for this contract?”
Brian was slightly taken back by this question. “No, there isn’t. But if you wish to terminate my employment as your manager at any time, you need to give me at least a month’s notice.”
“Okay.” Zack said happily, looking around the room. “So are you my manager now?”
“Yes.”
“So, does that mean that you come to all of my commitments now?” Zack pressed on, watching Brian keenly.
“If you want me to be there, I can gladly come.” Brian said warily. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, I have a job to do tomorrow but I don’t really want to anymore.” Zack started, green eyes locked onto Brian’s hazel ones. “Can you get me out of it?”
“Depends.” Brian replied. “Have you signed a contract?”
“Yes.”
“Then, it will be difficult for me to get you out of it.” Brian answered. “Zack, what is this about?”
Zack took a deep breath before speaking. “I have one last shoot before I can officially leave the business.”
Brian raised one of his eyebrows. “You mean porn?” He watched as Zack nodded. “I don’t know how professional it would be for me to see my client naked.”
“But I don’t want to go alone.” Zack whined. “You’re my manager now! You should be by my side for these shoots!”
Brian took a deep breath, feeling a headache come on. “Alright, I’ll be there if you want me to. What time?”
“Ten o’clock.” Zack answered. “And I expect you to pick me up by nine at the latest!”
“That can be arranged.” Brian said. “Anything else you want to talk about tonight?”
“No.” Zack said, standing up and looking down at the older man. “See you in the morning.”
“See you.” Brian mumbled, his head falling into his hands as soon as he heard the door shut. “What the fuck have you got yourself into, Brian?”
He closed his eyes as a million thoughts rolled through his head. The was definitely the first time he’d ever had a client that had done the work of line that Zack did but that they had requested he be there. He could definitely feel the headache growing as he realized he needed to organize so many things before the next morning. He knew it would be a while before he could go to sleep.
a/n: sorry about the delay in updates, i promise the next one wont be quite as long and it'll definitely be worth it ;) thank you so much for reading and reviewing :)
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