Sway with Me

Isabelle took a deep breath as she walked through the offices were the producers of Más que baile where based, she was a little nervous and she was sure that this wasn’t going to be an easy meeting.

Isabelle knew that this was to decide if she would be on the show next year, even if she had won Más que baile two weeks ago it didn’t mean that she was a sure for the next season.

Isabelle chewed on her lip as she walked up to David’s office, she was nervous and she was going to have to start thinking about what she would do if this wasn’t going to be on the show.

Isabelle smiled a little as she spotted a couple of the other dancers waiting outside, she sat down in a chair knowing that she would be called in when it was her turn.

“So I heard that they’re hiring new dancers for the new season,” Anita said sneaking a look at Isabelle, she knew that there was a chance that they were letting people go but she doubted it would be her.

Anita was sure that Isabelle would be the one to go since she’d started dating her celebrity partner during the season; it had rocked a lot of views and they wouldn’t risk it happening again.

Isabelle rolled her eyes as she set her black leather fringe hobo bag down and crossed her legs, she waited for her name to be called knowing that she was sure it wouldn’t be her.

Isabelle didn’t have to wait long before David stepped out of his office, he shook hands with Daniel and waved him off before he looked at the waiting dancers.

“Isabelle… you’re next,” David said waving Isabelle into his office, he watched her collect her bag before she got to her feet and walked over to him.

Isabelle stepped inside and moved to take a seat, she didn’t know what was going to happen but she was hopeful that it would all work out for her and Cristiano.

“So Isabelle… it was a successful season for you,” David said looking at Isabelle, he moved to sit down and pull out some paperwork that needed doing; he eyed the red head that had won the last season.

Isabelle was wearing a red utility blouse and black slim fit trousers paired with grey scalloped heel court shoes; she looked relaxed even if today was about deciding her future.

“It was,” Isabelle agreed nervously, she wasn’t sure what to say but she knew that David held her future in his hands; there was still several months before any final decisions had to be made.

Isabelle watched as David checked through a couple of things, she resisted the urge to bounce her knee knowing that this was important.

“Okay… we would love to have you back next season,” David said making Isabelle smile, she was pleased to hear that even if she doubted that her next celebrity would be any good.

Isabelle didn’t care and she loved to dance, that was all that mattered to her; she was just hopeful that she would do well no matter what would happen next.

“We are going to offer you €30,500 for the next season,” David said making Isabelle blink and nod her head, she smiled a little surprised that she would be getting a pay rise for the next season.

David liked Isabelle, she wasn’t like the other dancers who would attempt to raise their contracts for better pay; they only cared about the money that they were making and that was it.

“That will be great,” Isabelle said making it clear that it was enough for her, she chewed on her lip wondering what Cristiano would say when she told him that she would be staying in Madrid.

Her boyfriend was nervous about her being forced to move to another country, dancing was her life and he didn’t want her to leave him behind.

“Great… I just need you to sign a few things and then we are done here,” David said moving to find the papers that Isabelle needed to sign, she was a great dancer and he was hopeful for her future on the show.

Isabelle nodded, she was sure that she would celebrate the news when he heard that she was staying that he would be so happy; she brushed some hair from her face as David handed her a new contract.

Isabelle read through the contract a couple of times before she signed the contract; she was happy with everything and that was what mattered.

“I look forward to seeing you next season Isabelle,” David said as he shook her hand and put the contract somewhere safe; Isabelle popped her own into her bag before she got to her feet.

David led her out of the door and smiled, he was sure that the next season would be one to remember; he peeked at the remaining dancers knowing which wouldn’t be back next season.

Isabelle had a spring in her step as she walked down the corridor and out of the building, she pulled out her phone to call Cristiano to share the news with him about her new contract.

***

Irina pursed her lips as she watched Isabelle walk out of the Gestmusic production building, she watched her love rival pull out her phone and she couldn’t believe that this was the only way that she could make Isabelle pay for what she had done.

Irina’s slowly turned on the engine and slowly started to follow Isabelle down the street, she had been furious when none of her family would help her get Cristiano back.

Tatiana had pleaded with her sister to let this go and to marry a man that would make her happy, she didn’t want Irina doing anything stupid that could put her in prison or kill someone.

Irina gritted her teeth, she didn’t know why Cristiano couldn’t see that the dancer wasn’t good for him; he deserved better and she hoped that with Isabelle out of the way then Cristiano would see what he was missing out on.

Irina kept her distance as Isabelle walked down the block, she was waiting for the right moment and she knew that she would have to act quickly if she wanted to get away with what she was doing.

Isabelle was smiling as she talked on the phone and it only made Irina angrier that the red head had everything that she wanted in life.

Irina gripped at the stirring wheel, she smirked as finally Isabelle checked to cross the road before she stepped out; it was at that moment that Irina accelerated rushed at the red head.

Irina almost cackled with glee as the car hit Isabelle head on, the red head bouncing over the roof before she landed behind her with a thumb.

Irina stared in the mirror of her car, she couldn’t believe that she had done it and Isabelle wasn’t getting up; she stopped the car for a moment to stare at her rival on the floor.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion as she realised that she had done it, she had run down her love rival and she doubted that Isabelle would ever dance again.

Suddenly everything seemed to speed up, people hurried forward to help Isabelle and were on their phones calling for the ambulances.

Irina found herself being pulled from her car by angry Spanish people, who demanded to know what she had been doing; however Irina could only smile as there was no movement from Isabelle.

“I did it…” Irina said in awe, she had kept her promise as she stared at Isabelle’s right leg; it was pointed off in a horrible angle and there was a clear puddle of blood on the floor.

Irina leant against the car as people around her talked, she could hear the sirens of the approaching police and paramedics and she couldn’t care what would happen to her now.